#The Prick Son (Core)

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Ah yes, Core. Core Vizz. Son to Maica Vizz. Cousin to Kari Himura... That Core Vizz. All Kronk references and jokes aside I hade fun drawing this guy and just like how it turned out.

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Internally Core was frantic, not wanting to fully forget. But there wasn't much choice he had right now. All he could do was hope he could figure this out and get free before anything bad happened.

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Kari looked up at Hawks and smiled in joy. "Yeh. I wanna go get some more dessert. The Taiyaki wasn't enough but it was really good." The child gave a tiny purr and stretched a bit. "... Today was fun." She said with a genuinely happy smile. "I hope we can have a day like this again soon."

Shinso nodded, satisfied with Core’s response. “Good,” he said, his voice calm and authoritative. He studied Core for a moment longer, ensuring that everything was in place. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll fall into a deep sleep. Count to 500, and when you wake up, you’ll remember nothing that happened since the guards put you in the elevator. Is that clear?”

He didn’t wait for a verbal response this time. Instead, Shinso snapped his fingers sharply, watching as Core’s eyes fluttered closed and his body relaxed into the bed, signaling the onset of the programmed sleep.

“Perfect,” Shinso muttered to himself, straightening his posture. With his task complete, he stepped back and activated his communicator to call for the League of Villains. A faint glow surrounded him as a portal opened, its swirling energy illuminating the dimly lit cell.

Shinso glanced at Core one last time before stepping through the portal. In moments, he was gone, leaving the room in silence except for the faint sound of Core’s steady breathing as he began his countdown.

=Earlier… Meanwhile, outside, Hawks returned to find Kari exactly where he left her, patiently waiting. He ruffled her hair again with a fond smile. "Alright, ready to head out, Kari? What’s next on the agenda—home, or do we need to make a pit stop for dessert?"

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ೀ⋆ HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS WITH MY HEART ?!

[ . . . when they find out you were cheating on them ]

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

pairing: skz x fem!reader, established relationship genre/tags: smut, angst, crying, begging, punishments, spanking, oral (m & f receiving), choking, manhandling, heavy degradation, humiliation, cuckolding, recording/taking photos (?), voyeurism, piv, rough sex (lmk if i missed anything else!) words: 5.9k

[ note. ] heyyy, i’m back >:3 there’s no explanation for this other than i love angst and whenever i see cheating fics it’s never the reader cheating on them so i wanted to be messy and do this sjhgsjsk, i’m in no way endorsing this type of behavior— it’s for fictional purposes only !!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ Bang Chan

He didn’t know who he was more angry with, you or the son of a bitch who attempted even sliding in your DMs. The fact you accepted the prick’s message and entertained his flirtatious advances tipped him off the edge even further. It didn’t matter if you had zero intention on meeting up or not, it was the principle of it all, though it may not have been physical, emotional cheating still counts as cheating in his book. He felt beyond disrespected by what you did— had the roles been reversed and you found out he was texting other women in such a nature, there’d be hell to pay on his side within a heartbeat. He couldn’t focus much in the studio with a million thoughts burdening his mind, a sudden wave of insecurities come flooding in— was he simply not good enough for you? The realization of you talking to another guy made him feel sick to his stomach, he needed to address it with you before all this anxiety eats him to the core.

“Channie baby!” You rush towards him with open arms when he arrives back home, his black t-shirt felt slightly damp from the rain. “Did you walk home? You’re soaked! I can run you a warm bath an-”

“Nah, I’m good actually.” Chan quickly cuts you off, walking towards the kitchen. He didn’t bother to hug you back when you attempted to either, this was so unlike him which causes you to question his dodgy behavior in more detail.

“Long day at work huh?” You pry some more, doing anything you can to get him to say something.

“Yeah, guess you could say that.” He shrugs, still unbothered by your overall presence. That’s when you decide to come out with it and stop settling for his little mind games.

“Seriously, what’s up with you? Why is it whenever you have a problem you never want to talk it out? You’re always so reclusive and that’s what drives me away so much!” That last part didn’t mean to slip out but sometimes it’s good to hear harsh critique from your partner.

“Oh so that’s what it is? Me being gone for so long makes you wanna fuck around and go talking to other guys for fun? You’re not as sneaky as you think y/n, I know everything you do behind my back.” Chan was more than pissed at this point, he was livid, this was the highest level of betrayal you could achieve. There was no witty rebuttal you could come up with this time, only true remorse for your actions, it didn’t hit you until now that you he considers you as a cheater.

“Ch-channie, you know I w-wouldn’t do anything to hurt you… swear on my life! Just wanna make you happy.” You croak, being falsely accused of something you’re not was devastating— especially coming from him.

“You want to know what’ll make me happy then?” Chan’s voice gets lower, creeping his hands up around your neck. You look up in curiosity with big doe eyes, “W-what?”

“Get on your knees and let me use your face as my personal cum rag, then maybe, just maybe I’ll even consider giving you the satisfaction of my humble forgiveness. That’s only if I’m pleased with how well you take my cock in that whorish mouth of yours.” His merciless demands sent shivers through your body, but you comply to his order, willing to do anything he asks to mend your wrongdoings.

As your legs coil down to land on your knees, you come face to face with the outline of his cock through his gray sweatpants. You immediately went in to palm his erection but he angrily swats you away, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, always so eager to touch someone’s cock, so fucking dirty.. M’gonna teach you a little lesson on what happens to sluts like you, only thinking about dick, that’s all that lives in your mind huh?” He continues to taunt you, belittle you like you were nothing. In retrospect this was supposed to be a “punishment” however, you were enjoying every minute of it. His hand travels up to your chin, propping your face up slightly, grazing his fingers over your bottom lip— noticing a few tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah, cry as much as you want honey, it’s not going to get you anywhere here. I’ll just use them as lube to make the pain less prominent for you while you take me further down your throat. You’re gonna wish you had never fucking tried some shit like that again sweetheart.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lee Know

“Minho, please it’s not what you thi-”

“Oh cut the fucking sob story and save the crocodile tears y/n! I know what I fucking saw, I’m not going to let you gaslight me into this one again.” Minho spat harshly, looking at you as if you were scum beneath him.

You know you fucked up royally, you know this is probably the end of your relationship but at this point you had nothing left to lose; doing everything you could to salvage any bit of sympathy out of him.

“It was just a kiss, it didn’t mean anything I swear! Wooyoung came onto me first!” You weren’t helping your case much, the fact you were still blaming everyone but yourself was astounding to Minho.

“And where’s your accountability in all this huh? You really expect me to believe that he coerced you into making out with him and not a single thought about you having a boyfriend crossed your mind? Must’ve thought I was born yesterday or some shit.” Minho expresses with utter disgust, “did you enjoy kissing that fucking bastard? Was he better at it than me? How many other guys have you sucked face with while I was gone? I bet you there’s so many you can’t even count, can’t believe I wasted all my time with someone as shameless as you are.” His degrading words were more than deserving, you kissed one of his friends and now that he’s found out he’s going to make you pay in a less than permissive way.

Heavy streams of tears roll down your cheeks as you mewl out in pain mixed with ample pleasure, crying out to Minho as he leaves several brute spankings to your rear, leaving your body in a beautifully bruised red state. “Nnngh!” You’d whine as his hand produces another harsh smack to your ass, hips involuntarily jolting forward from the sudden unexpected impact.

“That’s number 23 so far, almost halfway to 50.” He snickered, kneading the overly sensitive flesh. “Better be lucky this is just my hand and not a belt.” After a while of toying with you, it didn’t take long for him to get bored of that idea. Instead, he shifts you on your back now— ordering you to spread your legs far out for him. His hot breath permeating chills down your body, as he inches closer to your face, his lips brushed against yours causing you to pucker but he pulls away.

“Tch, you really think I’m gonna kiss that filthy mouth of yours? You’re gonna have to wash it out with soap before I even think of doing some shit like that.”

More tears fall out as you bear his cruel words, though what you did was morally flawed, his unrelenting demeanor was enough to scare you out of ever thinking of wanting another man. You kept profusely apologizing over and over again, repeating the same lines like a broken record, it was highly pathetic of you; he even chuckled at your sad efforts to be forgiven.

“You keep on saying you’re sorry yet I don’t believe a single word you say.” He cocks his head to the side in amusement, “I just wonder if this was your plan to begin with, to get me all hot and bothered over you. Was this all worth it for you? Seeing me worked up like this? You truly are a sick, twisted individual.” You nervously gulp at his harsh tone, pondering the vicious grin that’s plastered on his face. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what’s soon to come.

“Want to act like a whore then you’ll get treated as such. I’m gonna relish in the fact that I have full control over you, I’m going to enjoy edging you until you can’t physically take it anymore. You can scream and shout to your hearts fullest content but I’ll drown out every bit of it, I’m going to give you pure hell all night.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Changbin

What you had with Changbin was toxic yet you couldn’t seem to escape his hold no matter how hard you tried. When he gets jealous he turns into an absolute menace when in bed with you, as if something otherworldly possessed him to act in such a way. Sex with him is great, almost too good to be true at times, but when he gets angry it’s filled with even more hasty passion— you can’t get enough of it. Your relationship over the course of 8 months have been nothing but turbulent, breaking up and getting back together constantly since you two butt heads a lot, he’s got a stubborn attitude and your smart mouth combined with that is a disaster waiting to spew. But when you’re both on a “break” you still can’t stay away from each other, even if you go around seeing other people you find yourself in Changbin’s bed every night, acting as if you weren’t just telling him to fuck off earlier.

“I heard from one of the guys you fucked Chan, if you’re gonna be a cheating skank at least don’t choose one of my friends.” He gripes, the judgmental glare he’s giving you left you with clear discomfort.

“What is to you if I did fuck him anyway? We’re not even together right now, you have no room to even be upset with me!” You spoke defensively, trying not to let him think his insults were getting to you.

He rolls his eyes in response, he wasn’t having any of it. If it was anyone else but Chan he probably wouldn’t have been as mad, but you went too far this time and now he’s going to show who has true ownership over you.

“You’re just never satisfied with having only guy in your life, always wanting more ‘cause you’re such a greedy little pup. This is why we don’t work out, you’re so easy to move on to the next guy who shows you any slightest bit of attention.” You shook your head at his statement but as his hands wrap the base of your neck, your body stills its movement.

Changbin snickers at your daring courage to challenge him, he ought to remind you that he is the only one you come home to at night, not all those other pieces of shit that just use you to bust a quick nut.

“I don’t like to fucking share what’s mine, you come here every single day to fuck and you still mess around with other guys? The fuck is wrong with you?” The bass in his voice grew deeper as he continued interrogating with questions, “Why would you need anyone else when I’m right here y/n? Are you really that much of a whore you need to get dick from my own goddamn friends? Just when I think you couldn’t go any lower, you pull this shitty stunt on me…”

Truth be told, you have no idea why you did it. Maybe he’s right, you secretly liked the adrenaline of the attention Chan gave you in that moment. You craved the same feeling from Changbin, except he was never emotionally available, he always seemed mentally drained by the relationship. This was the first time in months you’ve seen him act out of his usual nonchalant manner.

“I know you’re upset with me… but please be reasonable. We were— still are on a break, cut me some slack Bin, I’m sorry if I-”

“Fuck an apology. I don’t care enough to accept such bullshit from you anyway.” An apology meant nothing to him, the only thing he wanted was to make you writhe under his touch and wipe out all the memories of Chan from your brain. The strong grip he’s held against your neck tightens as he slams you into the wall behind, biting his lip at the sight of your disgruntled expression.

“Can Chan make you cum as hard with his fingers like I do? Can he make you a drooling mess while having you shaking and sobbing all over my cock? I bet he can’t give you the most mind blowing orgasms like my mouth does, he doesn’t understand your body like I do, no one ever will. I’m the only one that gets to touch you, please you, fuck you— you belong to me. Know your place and tread lightly darling, never forget that.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hyunjin

It all started when he noticed you getting a little too close with Felix, the way you’d drag out a laugh even if what he said wasn’t that funny, to how you stare into his gaze for far too long while fluttering your eyelashes. Though your gestures were subtle, it didn’t take much for Felix to become a blushy and flustered mess from you being a natural flirt, he never knew how to react since Hyunjin, your boyfriend of almost 2 years, was standing right there. Oddly enough though, Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind it all, in fact it was doing the complete opposite, he was getting slowly turned on by the idea of you hitting on his friends in front of him.

Then the scenarios of you hooking up with Felix became more vivid, he’d think about it constantly throughout the day. It got so bad to a point where it was all he could think about when the three of you were together, he couldn’t shake off the idea anymore— he had to finally act upon it.

“I want you to have sex with Felix in front of me.” Hyunjin proposed randomly to you while watching a movie.

You almost choked on your popcorn as he said that, completely caught off guard by his unexpected statement.

“You want me to what?” You reiterate, still trying to process what he just said, this was seemingly random coming from him and he’s never shown any interest in this kind of topic before.

“Look, I know this is probably weird to you but I’ve been having these fantasies lately…” he slowly trails off but eventually continues, “I think about you cheating on me with Felix a lot, but I- I find it really hot for some reason.”

You couldn’t seem to wrap your head around what he was saying, none of it made sense to you but if this was something he’s expressing interest in then maybe it won’t be so bad to try it.

“So… let me get this straight, you want me to sleep with your best friend and you’re completely okay with it?”

Hyunjin nods in agreement, “pretty much yeah.”

The fact he barely hesitated made you even more uneasy, he must have been thinking about this for a while. Since the whole point of his fantasy was to feel like you were cheating on him, he wanted you make the first move on Felix, to gauge his reaction and test the waters first. By doing so, you’d amp up your flirtatious banter with him— making him even more of a flustered mess than he already is. Hyunjin seemed to be enjoying everything so far, watching you from across the table, acting as a simple bystander. Little did Felix know what was about to ensue a few hours later.

“Fuck yes! Just like that Lix, keep going- mmpfh!” You moan out in pleasure from Felix’s cock hitting all the right spots inside. Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as he plunged deeper into your walls. He’s not sure not how he got into this situation but the way your pussy clenches around his girth makes his brain short circuit for a second. Your juices continuously gush out onto him as he keeps up a steady pace, pounding into you like no tomorrow.

“God this cunt feels amazing…” he grunts, throwing his head back at the feeling of you swallowing him whole. He almost forgot that Hyunjin was sitting in the corner of the room, observing all of this in amusement. Hyunjin knew he was a total cuck for doing this, letting his own best friend have his way with you and not do a single thing about it, that was the fun in all of it though; he never realized how much he loved you cheating on him. His cock twitched from the sight of you getting fucked by another man, it left him with a sense of inferiority but in a turned on, masochist kind of way. Hyunjin couldn’t help but encourage it, he was probably getting the most gratification out of this.

“So fucking dirty… you like having someone else’s cock fill you up while I watch? Always knew you were such a naughty girl, nothing but a hole for anyone to stretch, you take Lixie so well too. You sure you’ve never cheated on me before in the past? You seem to be enjoying this a little too much.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Han Jisung

As if today couldn’t get any fucking worse, Han was infuriated when he found out you’ve been sexting other guys, he know it’s inherently wrong to be snooping through your phone while you’re not looking— but being the overly protective boyfriend he is he just can’t help it. When he saw all the messages of you talking to those guys the same exact way you talk to him privately, he felt his vision almost go black. He couldn’t wrap his conscience around the idea of the person he once thought was going to spend all of eternity with could stab in the back like this and betray him in such a vile way. It wasn’t easy for him to accept the truth of your cheating habits, Han was in complete denial himself.

He was more so disgusted with the fact those men thought they even stood a chance with you, there’s no way in hell he’d even let you anyone touch or come near you. Sadly, his entire world revolved around the sole purpose of keeping you happy, he’d rather die than have you out of his life. Even if that meant turning a blind eye and allowing you to continue with this unacceptable behavior. All he wanted was some simple answers, he just wants to understand why you’d do something like this in the first place.

“Just tell me where I’m going wrong babe, please. Tell me and I’ll fix it. We can work through this, just don’t leave me baby. You’re all I have, I can’t lose you too… please, I’m not ready to give up on us yet, I need you.” The glossiness of tears welling up in his eyes weighed tons on your morality, you should be the one who’s saying all of this— not the other way around. You should feel ashamed of what you did, all the damage you’re causing him but you have nothing to say; not a single word left your deceitful mouth.

“Do I really not deserve any explanation? Not even a simple, “I’m sorry.”? Is this what it’s really come to now, can’t even look me in the eye and apologize for having me out here looking stupid, remaining loyal to you even when I’m tempted at times… I’ve shown you nothing but love and honesty while all you’ve been doing is lying to my face and planning to hook up with other guys while you’re cooped up right next to me, do you know how worthless that makes me feel y/n?” He continued pouring all his emotions out, yet you still give him a blank stare, as if none of this was affecting you.

“Answer me y/n, why do you keep fucking lying to me?!” Though he kept asking, you still didn’t have a clear response for him, you yourself couldn’t even understand why you did it, it was more a spur of the moment thing. You simply wanted the attention, the thrill of it all, it was a horrifying revelation but you had no other excuse.

“Han, I-I’m really sorry for what I’ve done. Words can’t express enough how deeply guilty I feel… I’m just- I don’t know- maybe this relationship just isn’t working out for me anymore.”

“Shh shh, don’t say things you don’t mean, take it back now baby.”

What the hell are you doing to him? Was this really your way of saying that you wanted to officially break up? The sudden turn of events from wanting to work things out to the possibility of losing you made him regret being too harsh on you, though it was more than warranted, he wanted to keep this relationship alive, he couldn’t succumb to the idea of you walking out of his life this easily.

“Are you saying you want to end t-this…?” His voice cracks, visibly shaken up by your apparent coldness.

“Yeah, I think it’s for the best honestly... You deserve someone better than me.” It may have been semi-manipulative of you to say that but it was truth, he did deserve better, someone who wasn’t going to cheat on him and will properly communicate when they want out of something. “You’re just too… clingy for me Han. You’re overbearing at times, I want to be the one for you I really do, but I’m not. This isn’t working anymore for me, I know how selfish this sounds but I miss being single…” your confession hit him hard, he didn’t want to accept it, not when you made him the happiest he’s ever been.

“As much as it kills me to hear that, I’ll respect it.. but can you at least let me touch you… just for last time’s sake..? I’d be lying to myself if I said I wouldn’t miss eating you out every day, getting to make you feel good, watching you moan out my name as you cum for me. Will you let me do it again, please? I’ll let you go in peace if that’s what you really want, just let me show you what you’ll be missing afterwards.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Felix

“Why have you been so cold towards me lately? Is there something that’s been going on that you won’t tell me about? You can tell me anything, I swear— I’m here to listen to your concerns babe.” Felix wouldn’t stop bombarding you with a plethora of questions, he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. Soon as you get home from work you go straight upstairs without talking, you barely acknowledge him anymore and it’s been driving a wedge between your relationship and how you coexist together.

“I’m fine, seriously, stop asking!” You hiss, trying to shrug him off as you make your way into the bathroom.

You know what you’re saying is farthest from the truth, you’ve been harboring massive amounts of guilt since you made an irreversible mistake a week ago. The night you drunkenly hooked up with someone else at a nightclub— which has been weighing heavily on your conscience every waking moment. You couldn’t even look at him the same anymore, you’ve completely killed the spark between each other, he may not have known it yet but you had to be the one to break it to him.

“C’mon y/n… I know you’re clearly not okay. I’m not an idiot, I know how distant you’ve been acting, it’s quite obvious actually. You won’t even let me touch you anymore, I don’t understand how someone can just flip a switch like that. Is there someone else you’re seeing? Be honest, whatever you have to say to me I can handle it… just tell me the truth please y/n!” Felix couldn’t help but tear up as he begged for answers, his pleas were taking a toll on you— tugging at your heartstrings. It was time to come clean once and for all.

“I-I cheated on you last week..” you anxiously mutter, you couldn’t believe such a sentence came out of your mouth.

“You what…?” He blinks rapidly, in utter disbelief of your sudden admission, mouth slightly agape from shock, he felt his world crumbling beneath him. You kept making all the sorry excuses you could, saying you were drunk and how much it meant nothing to you, the more you tried explaining though, the more he didn’t want to listen.

“So you slept with someone else a week ago and didn’t even bother telling me ‘til now? Un-fucking-believable…” He scoffs, unable to even look at you in the same innocent light he once did.

Stumbling over words as you muster up the nerve to continue asking for forgiveness, it was truly pitiful of you to even think he’d hold any compassion for you, it was your actions that led you here to begin with.

“Felix please don’t leave- I know I fucked up but I can make it up to you, p-promise!”

“And how the fuck are you gonna do that y/n? Build a time machine to go back and change everything? Do you hear how idiotic that sounds? You must be high out of your mind right now.”

“Lix j-just hear me out, I was blackout drunk and didn’t fully understand the consequences of it a-”

“That doesn’t make it any better y/n! Fuck, all the shit I do for you and you hit me with this lame pile of shit, I’m so through with your sorry ass, it’s over.” You wished you could take back everything you did but what’s done is already done, there is no redo or fixing any part of the past.

“Strip.” He aggressively orders in his deep voice, you were hesitant on doing it at first but it wasn’t until he started doing it for you that you eventually complied to his rules.

You felt as though there was nothing you could do in this situation but submit to him, taking off every piece of clothing— leaving you in nothing but your tiny thong that barely covered anything. He forcibly makes you get onto your knees, facing the apparent bulge through his jeans— he’s never been the type to like seeing you cry nor completely powerless but this was different. He wanted revenge, wanted to humiliate you in the same way you did to him.

“I’m gonna post these in the groupchat just to show how much of a greedy, fucking whore you are.” Felix couldn’t even recognize himself, he’s never been so domineering as he was now. He kept pushing your head further down as you took his cock deep, down your throat, his hips bucking into a steady rhythm that made you see flashes of white and stars combined. After he snaps a couple shots of you sucking him off, he immediately sends them to all of his friends, not having a single care in the world what they do with those photos. It was simply payback for what you did, you deserved this after all.

“I hope one day you realize how good you had it with me, you fucking slut— you’ve completely ruined my trust forever. You’re the most heartless, conniving person I’ve ever known in my life and I mean every bit of it. Don’t come cryin’ to me once this is all over, I don’t wanna hear it, pack your shit and get out of my house. I should’ve known you were nothing but a damn nightmare since I heard about you.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Seungmin

Never in his lifetime would he think of you ever pulling a stunt like this, finding out you did some of the most unspeakable acts with someone in the same house you two share together. It was the biggest slap in the face to him, completely crushed his ego. Seungmin gave you a chance to explain yourself but as you continued he couldn’t bear to keep listening anymore.

“How could you even do this to me, just lied to my face this whole fucking time y/n, I trusted you.” He proceeds to go on a mindless tangent, “do you have any ounce of morals? Dignity? You played me so bad and I fell for every bit of it, fell for all the lies you’ve been feeding me for months on end.”

You want to give as honest of a response as possible but the lump in your throat causes you to stir, the only reaction was to sob in this moment.

“Awe, is that a tear I see? Is the wittle cheating slut gonna start cwying for me?” He mocks condescendingly, tilting his head to the side in fake amusement. This only made you cry more, feeling all types of shame and guilt for your heinous actions, what you did was unacceptable, unforgivable. Seungmin saw right through you, he knew you were only crying because you got caught, not because you were truly remorseful. Everything about you seemed inauthentic, he doesn’t know who you are anymore truthfully.

“I- I can explain.” You dolefully attempt to speak, nothing would help your case anyway, it didn’t matter how hard you tried.

“What is there to explain y/n? I saw you fucking another guy in our bed, I think that should be self explanatory in itself.” He’s more than right, however, you still manage to reason with him.

“It was just sex, he didn’t matter to me at all like you do, I’m sorry— I know you’ll never forgive me but all I can say is I’m really sorry… you’ll probably want to kick me out after this and I don’t blame you- just give me time to fix this and I’ll do anything to gain your trust back!”

Seungmin wishes he could’ve recorded this conversation, the way you’re so oblivious to how this is hurting him more than you could even comprehend. He had every right to yell at you, tell you how much of a terrible person you are, but he won’t do that, he can’t— it was all too much for him to handle.

“You want to regain my trust after I just saw my own girlfriend of one year and a half getting her back blown out by some random dude in my fucking bed?” The audacity you had was insane, you were acting more than entitled.

Reconciling the detriment of your relationship was futile by now. You had no more fight left within, seemingly ready to give up on everything you’ve built thus far. Seungmin notices you look mentally checked out of all this, causing him to be deeply irritated. He really wanted to give you benefit of the doubt but you weren’t budging one bit.

“You know what I despise the most y/n? Liars. They absolutely disgust me.” He seethes, pushing you backwards onto the bed you just cheated on him in. Your eyes roll up as you feel the shuddering sensation of teeth sinking into your neck, legs flailing around as you had both arms pinned down.

“Did it feel good to lie to my face? Is this some kind of demented kink you have? I bet you don’t even give a shit how I’m feeling right now.” His tone became more serious as he ranted, lashing everything out on you. When the slight contact of his cock brushes against your clothed slit, the immediate response you gave was bucking your hips, receiving a sinister glare from him. His legs lock your thighs in place, unable to shift a muscle. Your whines only grew louder, he was never going to give you the satisfaction of moving.

“You think I’m really gonna let you move? Silly little slut, that’s only reserved for girls that aren’t lying cheaters like you. I’m so going to make you pay for this, you have no idea… I better not hear a peep outta you and I sure as hell better not feel you make any sudden movement. There will be harsh outcomes if you try it, I fucking dare you.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jeongin

You knew you were in such deep shit once he arrives back at your apartment, Jeongin texted you this morning— exposing all the dirty shit you’ve been doing in secret. He was practically speeding down the highway with rage, thinking about you getting off with some other guy and playing in his face knowing the whole time what you were doing. The fact you kept repeating over text how sorry you were for your actions just aggravated him even more, he was about to give you the rudest awakening. Jeongin bursts through the door, fuming as he walks in to only be welcomed by your continuous begs and pleads. It was quite pitiful seeing you like this, usually he likes seeing you on your knees but not in this context…

Your lips tremble as you spoke, barely able to chalk up the will to keep going, you wanted to show your sincere remorse but Jeongin wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.

“I don’t think you should be apologizing to me. You should be apologizing to yourself for how much of a huge slut you are.” He scorns viciously, “you have no one but yourself to blame, this could’ve all been easily avoided if you’d just close you’re fucking legs for once!” It wasn’t like him to get this loud and it was the first time he’s yelled at you like this.

“I just- I don’t know what I was thinking babe, I wasn’t in the right mind.” The more you try and justify your despicable cheating only aggravates him further. He wants nothing to do with you after this, but that doesn’t mean he won’t give you the most deranged post breakup sex as a final farewell and good riddance.

“Guess you really can’t turn a hoe into a housewife, so I’ll just fuck you like one instead.” You swallow his words harshly, it pained you to hear these things come out of his mouth but he was right.

To put it simply, you were for the streets; there wasn’t one redeemable quality in you. Jeongin demands you to stand up, telling you to get on the couch with your ass up in the air since looking at your face would only make his dick go soft.

“Who’d you cheat on me with, huh?” He asks sternly.

“It d-doesn’t matter anymore.” You try reasoning but he won’t allow you to hide anything else from him.

“I’m not going to ask again, tell me who you fucking cheated on me with, now.” A hand harshly spanks you from behind, letting a tiny whine escape as you dig further into the couch to brace yourself.

“B-beomgyu...”

“Gyu?? Are you fucking serious, of all people it had to be one of my closest fucking friends? You really are the biggest whore after all.” Jeongin was so done with you at this point, he just wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t physically walk anymore, it was only right for what you’re putting him through.

He slid your panties aside and pushed himself in without warning, making you scream out as he held your hips aggressively in place.

“Fuckk- you’re still so tight, did he even fuck you? Barely stretched this pussy out for me.” He grunts, producing deeper strokes, feeling your ass cheeks clap against him. “I fucking hate you, so much.”

The waterworks only continue as he kept degrading you, this was all you’ve succumb to now, just a toy for anyone to use as much as they please. Your head slightly bobs up from his length ramming harder into you, he only pushes your face further into the cushion as he berates you more with disdain, “Didn’t I say don’t move? A useless hole like you should know when to take directions, always so fucking eager to screw someone else other than me, so goddamn pathetic.” He hissed, ignoring your cries for him to slow his pace but only gets more hostile with you.

“God.. will you shut your fucking mouth already? No matter how much you cry and beg I’m not going to stop. You’ve got some real nerve to even be acting outta line, wow, you truly disgust me. Gonna make you feel the same pain I’m feeling— don’t care how bad it hurts, I’ll make you regret ever even meeting me.”

[holdmytesseract]

A Stroke Of Fate

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N

Summary: Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows. You and Loki learn that in a very hard way. A path you are forced to walk on, which puts your love, relationship and even marriage to the test.

Warnings: 18+! MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Angst, grief, sadness, loss, fights, mentions of injuries, pregnancy/pregnancy loss! trauma, misunderstandings, inappropriate touching - no rape, but it goes in that direction, violence? fluff! tiny bit of suggestive smut - blink and you'll miss it. Tell me if I missed something!

Word Count: 6k

a/n: This is most likely the saddest thing I have ever written - and it hurt me to the very core to do this to Y/N and Loki, but I had to. The idea was in my head for a long time. I fully blame 'Stay' by Rihanna and Mikky Echo.

Also, this isn't just another Baby Fever fic... This takes their story into a new direction - kind of...

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Loki’s eyes widened in realisation; jaw slacking. He wasn't able to move a single muscle. All he could do was stare. Stare at the tiny, seemingly plain object laying inside his big palms.

Millions of thoughts ran through his head at lightning speed. The god's heart pounded violently against his ribcage. He tried to focus, but he couldn't. Too overwhelmed by the various emotions coursing through his veins.

But at last, he felt how the happiness finally took the upper hand and overweighed everything.

Tears started to pool in his oceanic blues; clouding his vision. And with the first tears falling from the corner of his eyes, Loki sunk to his knees on the bathroom floor; clutching the small object tightly against his chest; crying.

All he wanted was to get a towel from the little cabinet underneath the sink to clean up the mess two-year-old baby Narfi had made with his sippy cup - and now he was holding the future in his hands. Literally.

Loki had anticipated a lot... But certainly not to find a positive pregnancy test. Obviously, your pregnancy test; hidden in between the towels.

"Rogers!" Loki called after Cap, before he could step inside the elevator. The blond man's eyes lifted and landed on the god, who was literally jogging down the long hallway, with little Narfi on his arm.

"Have... Have you seen my wife?" He asked; tears still pricking his eyes. Steve raised an eyebrow and thoroughly scanned the prince's features. "Is everything alright, Laufeyson?" Loki nodded quickly; causing his raven locks to gently bounce against his shoulders. "More than alright, Rogers. Now have you seen my wife?" "Um, yes, I- I think she's in the training room, testing her new combat suit. At least that's what Y/N said earlier when we-" Loki slapped Steve's shoulder; interrupted him. "Thank you, Rogers." The god smiled at Steve and rushed past him; quickly pressing the button on the elevator.

Before the soldier could react, the metallic doors shut close in front of him.

Loki could barely contain his excitement. Something the little man on his arm noticed as well...

Narfi looked at his father with big ruby eyes. Sure, he didn't understand the situation, but the boy also didn't have to yet. He was still so young. Lifting a little blue hand, Narfi touched his father's cheek; feeling a tear against his tiny fingers. "Daddy?"

Loki smiled at his son. He adjusted the two-year-old on his arm and turned his head; kissing his palm and blew a raspberry against the skin - which caused Narfi to giggle and Loki to smile even wider. "Let's go, see mommy, yes?" He run his free hand through Narfi's short black curls; still fighting the tears. "See mama?" The god nodded; chuckling. "Yes, little man."

With a ding arrived the elevator on the 5th floor and the doors slid open. Loki stepped out and let Narfi stand on his own small two feet. Then the god squatted down and quickly fixed the boy's jumper. Today he wore the beige one with the dinosaurs on it - gifted to him by his uncle Scott. Narfi's forest green sweatpants needed adjustment, too, since they were still a little too big. After that was done, he stood up again and took Narfi by his hand. "Come one, buddy."

Together, they rounded the corner and entered the training room - well, rather small hall. It had everything an Avenger needed to prepare and train for missions.

Loki’s eyes immediately searched for you - and they found you quickly. You were standing on a mat; doing some stretches, launches and small jumps. Testing your new combat suit - like Steve said. If it weren't for all the Serotonin and Oxytocin coursing through his veins, he'd probably ravish you right then and there. Anyways, he was happy that no one was around...

Narfi was the one to announce your men's arrival. As soon as he saw you, he squealed out and ran as fast as his little legs carried him towards you.

"Mama!"

You immediately turned at the call of your child; seeing Narfi and Loki. You smiled and squatted down; ready to catch the boy. "Mama!" "Hey, sweetie!" You hugged him close and pressed a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Are you and daddy visiting me?" Your son nodded. "Uh.Huh." "Ohh, that's great." You ruffled his hair and stood up again to greet Loki.

"Hey, babe." You smiled and wrapped your arms around your husband's neck. "Hello, love." He placed his hands on your hips; pulling you closer. That was the moment you saw tears glistening in his eyes. He cried... You were of course immediately worried; your brows slanting. "Loki, why are you crying? What is-" He interrupted you with his lips on yours; kissing you with all the love he possessed for you.

Only Narfi's little tuck on his sweatpants was able to break the kiss. "Daddy! Narfi pway ball?" Both, yours and Loki's gaze followed Narfi's pointing. Loki chuckled; realising that the blue softball the boy always played with when he was with you or Loki laid only a few meters away from him. "Sure, buddy, go play."

Narfi ran away; giggling and started to kick the ball across the floor.

"Loki, what is it? You are crying, what's the matter?" Your husband smiled; thumbs tracing over your clothed hips. "I love your new suit." You couldn't help but smile as well, but still quite a bit confused. "Thank you, I... I thought it was time for a new one." "It fits you, my love. You look absolutely ravishing, if I might say so." You bit your lip; noticing the naughty, mischievous glint in his blue eyes. "Ahh, I see..." You giggled and pulled him into another kiss; not forgetting to cast an eye on your son now and then.

With a soft pop ended Loki the kiss - still smiling like a Cheshire cat. "But... You won't need this suit very much longer, right?" He whispered, and you could see how another tear rolled down his cheek.

And suddenly it fell like scales from your eyes. Your brain had quickly connected the dots.

You swallowed. "You... You found the-" "Pregnancy test, yes." Loki finished your sentence with a small sob. "B-But how? I thought I hid it so well..." The god chuckled; shaking his head. A tear dropped from his chin on his sweater. "Not good enough, my love. Narfi spilled water over the table with his sippy cup a-and I needed a towel, so..." You face-palmed yourself. "So you looked in the cupboard underneath the sink, of course. Silly me..." You giggled along Loki, who pulled you closer again.

"I assume you planned to surprise me. I apologise for ruining it." You shook your head; playing with the curls on the nape of his neck. "Indeed yes, but it's okay. It's been a surprise for you nevertheless..." Your husband shook his head - still in disbelief and with silent tears running down his cheeks. "I can't believe that this little joke of ours turned into reality so quick." "Well... I have been asking for it and challenged you, so..." A deep chuckle rumbled through Loki's chest. "Never challenge a half Frost Giant in spring to such things." "Yup, lesson learned," you giggled.

Your husband wrapped you up in a big hug then; holding you close, while you kissed his tears away. "No, honestly, darling... This is great," he whispered; gazing deeply into his eyes. Loki was positively radiating happiness - you could feel it. You nodded. "It is."

He kissed you once again; soft lips melting against yours.

You and Loki sat down on one of the benches then, which lined the wall beside the entrance; watching Narfi play and burn off energy. You had placed a hand on his thigh - which Loki had now wrapped up in his bigger hand.

"When did you take the test, love? And do you know how far along you are? I tried to figure it out myself, but we do way too much love making to do so." A snort, followed by a laugh slipped past your lips and you slapped his thigh. "Loki!" "What?" He asked; smiling mischievously and shrugged his shoulders. "It's the truth, is it not?" You just giggled, but nodded.

He wasn't wrong, after all.

"I took the test three days ago, but I have absolute no idea how far along I am. I'm gonna call my gynaecologist tomorrow and make an appointment." You smiled and squeezed his hand. "You could accompany me..." Loki gazed into your eyes and tuck a loose strand behind your ear. "I'd love to."

Just a few days later, you had your appointment at your gynaecologist's. Loki accompanied you. Ella was at school and Narfi with his auntie Nat. A white lie needed to be told to your best friend, since you didn't want to shout the good news from the rooftops yet.

The pregnancy test you took didn't lie to you. You were, in fact, pregnant again. Five weeks, said your gynaecologist, so it was new, fresh and vulnerable. You and Loki decided to tell it nobody yet. Not a single soul. Not even Frigga. And it turned out to be the right decision, because what happened only three weeks later was something you never thought would happen. At least to you...

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" You asked Loki, while you stood in front of the mirror. The god was leaning against the wall of the bathroom behind you. He had his hair tied up into a bun and his hands buried in the pockets of his sweatpants. "No, thank you, darling. I'd rather stay here with the kids." You giggled and caught his gaze in the mirror. "Does that mean you prefer Ella's tea party over a night out?"

Loki couldn't help but smirk, "Oh, definitely." and join your laughter.

"Alright..." You started; lastly applying some perfume to complete your look. "I'll be going now." You turned to face your husband. Placing both hands on his chest, you leaned in to kiss him.

Loki nodded; pulling you closer by the belt around your waist. "Take care, alright? Please, by the love of the Norns, look after yourself and the little bean, yes?" You rubbed your palms across his pecs. "Of course, my love. I promise." You kissed him again and then left the bathroom. "And no alcohol!" You heard Loki calling after you. "I know, babe!" You giggled.

After you bid your goodbye to Ella and Narfi; giving them both a big smooch on the cheek, you met up with Nat and Jane to go out for a, well... small girl's night out.

The actual plan was to do a 'couple night's out' - but none of the boys wanted to join in and Pepper and Jane didn't have time in the end as well. Therefore it was just you, Nat and Wanda.

"No Loki?" asked Jane as you walked out of the building. "Nope... He preferred Ella's tea party." That had the three of you giggling. "Understandable," threw Nat in. "Ella's tea parties are the best."

You and the girls headed for your favourite bar; talked, danced and definitely had fun. It seemed like a perfect night. At that point, you not waisted one thought that it could turn some way somehow sour...

But it did. In the worst way possible. A harmless night, which turned into a nightmare.

Shaky hands reached for your mobile. It was almost midnight. You had danced around this for minutes now; not conjuring enough bravery to call him. By now you've tried about a million times - failing.

So, once more you took a deep breath, squeezed your red and teary eyes shut and swallowed the lump in your throat. Your finger hovered above the green button beside your husband's contact.

I have to, I have to, I need to, I want to, you repeated within your head like a mantra, now or never - and finally tapped on the button.

His phone rang. One, two, three, four, a fifth time. You already were on the verge of hanging up when a sleep filled voice croaked out: "Darling?"

On every other day you'd have found Loki's sleepy voice drop-dead sexy... Not today.

"L-Loki?" You heard a bit of a rustling on the other end. "M here, my love, 'm here," he said huskily; "Wha' is it?" audibly trying to wake up. You swallowed hard. "I-I..." You had to cut off your own sentence, in order to hold back the tears - unsuccessfully. A small sob slipped past your quivering lips. Something the god on the other end picked up. It didn't slip his notice.

He immediately sat up and switched on the lamp above his bedside table; wide awake all of a sudden. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I... I am at t-the h-hospital."

Loki's eyes widened instantly in shock and fear; his heartbeat skyrocketing. "I beg your pardon; you are where?" You swallowed again; feeling the tears run down your cheeks. "The h-hospital."

Loki was already jumping out of bed.

"What?! Why?! By the Norns, what happened?! Are you hurt?!"

You wanted to scream.

"T-There was... was an incident at the b-bar and-" Loki was already slipping inside a white shirt; hastily buttoning it up and totally forgetting about his magical abilities at that moment. All he could think about was you... And his unborn child.

"I'm coming, love! I'm on my way, I-" "No," you interrupted your husband; causing him to stop dead in his movements - frowning.

"Stay w-with the kids, okay? You..." Fresh tears ran down your cheeks. "You can't leave them a-alone." "But..." Loki threw immediately in; blinded by his fear and worry about the woman he loved; about to just act headless. "Please, Loki, please," you pleaded. "Natasha is going t-to take me home. I-I just wanted to... To tell you."

Your words confused Loki. She can leave the hospital already? "B-But, love, what-" You couldn't take this anymore. You didn't have the strength to talk to him further - and you'd need all your remaining power to keep up the façade later in front of your best friend. "I'll tell you later, I p-promise," you managed to somehow choke out...

...and hung up.

Natasha and you had returned to the Avengers compound about an hour later. Now you were standing in front of the door to your family's apartment. You were exhausted. So utterly exhausted. All your power spent on crying and pretending everything was alright. All you wanted was to break down and cry yourself to sleep - but you had to talk to your husband first...

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside the dark apartment. Mostly dark apartment. The only light source came from the living room. He was waiting for you. Of course he was waiting for you.

You could already picture it in your head. He'd walk up and down in the room; worried and afraid - like a caged and hurt animal.

You took a deep breath; gathered all your leftover strength and made your way into the living room.

Loki was indeed walking up and down the room, but currently had his back to you and a hand in his messy curls. You swallowed.

"Loki..."

The soft, almost inaudible call of his name attracted his attention. He swiftly turned around; facing you. Worry was written all over his face. Your husband's eyes widened, "Y/N!" before he literally ran over to you. His big palms landed on the sides of your upper arms and his oceanic, tear stained blues wandered up and down your body; searching for injuries. "What happened?! What is wrong?! How are you feeling?!" The god's mind was racing - already. And you'd make it worse.

Tears pooled in your eyes again, just at the mere thought of what you were going to tell him.

"At... At the bar, there was an... an incident and-" While you spoke, his palms had wandered down your arms and to your hands. He lifted them gently and wanted to kiss your knuckles, as a frown formed on his forehead. "Y/N, what..." Loki interrupted you; thumbs brushing over the bruises on your wrists. "What is this? Tell me what happened, please. Right now."

You swallowed again, nodding. "There was a-a man. He... He had his eyes on me the whole evening. I could feel it. He was watching me. Just me. Not N-Nat or Wanda. Me." You could already see how Loki's jaw tightened. Anger was taking over his system already. "At s-some point I had to go to the ladies. He... He followed me. He said that he had cast an... an eye on me and that he would like to..." You cut off your own sentence. Not that you needed to finish it. Loki knew what you were going to say. "I refused, of course. T-Tried to stay polite and leave, but... He didn't let me. He... He trapped me inside the ladies, caged me against the wall." That's where the bruises come from, Loki thought. "I fought against it - against him. He was so strong."

Loki felt like he could burst because of the anger and fear running through his veins. "Please tell me he didn't..."

You knew what he wanted to say and quickly shook your head. "N-No, I headbutted him, t-then kicked him in the balls a-and perhaps even broke his nose." A relieved breath left your husbands lips. "That's my girl."

"He fled then, but..." Loki’s face hardened again. "But what?" Deep down the god knew there must have happened something else. Unless Natasha and Wanda wouldn't have taken you to the hospital.

"He... He had slammed my head against the wall, which resulted in a small cut and-" "There's more?!" You could already hear in his voice that he was furious once more. You knew that he'd love to find that guy right now and do terrible, awful things to him.

You nodded once more. "When he grabbed me, I... I tried to fight against him a-and escape. I almost made it, but then he..." You had to swallow down the lump in your throat and suppress the tears. "He kneed me in the s-stomach to prevent me from e-escaping."

Your husband's mind was way too clouded with anger and fear. He couldn't think clearly, and therefore was unable to connect the dots. Norse curse words spluttered from his lips and his eyes darkened. Threat his family and you'll bring out the darkest side of him - you knew that.

"I'll find him, my love." "Loki." You spoke in a weak voice, trying to get through to him. "I'll find him and then I'll kill him." "Loki." "Slowly and intimately." "Loki, please." "I'll make him pay for what he did to you and-" You couldn't take it any longer. You had to tell him.

"Loki, I lost the baby."

Your sentence cut through the air like his daggers through skin. Loki's mouth clapped shut and a very unpleasant silence spread in the living room. He needed a second to process your words. You just stared at him; silent tears running down your cheeks and dripping on your blouse, as you watched Loki fall apart in front of you.

"W-What?" He croaked out; seemingly still unable to grasp this.

"I... I lost our baby."

He started to shake his head. "No, that's... It can't be. Everything was alright!" "I know," you sobbed. "But I was at the hospital... They checked. The incident caused the m-miscarriage." You stepped closer and reached for his hands. Loki blinked; tears escaping the corner of his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry."

You wanted to hug your husband; catch him mid-falling and preferably crash on the hard ground of reality together with him - but he took a step back. "No, no, no, no..." His hands suddenly dropped yours. Without his touch, you had never felt more cold and lonely.

"Loki, what-" "This is your fault." He suddenly exclaimed; driving an invisible dagger straight through your heart. "It's your fault, Y/N and you know it. I told you! I told you to stay and not go in the first place! I told you to take it easy this early in the pregnancy!" He ran both his hands over his face and tugged frustratingly at his raven curls, while you just stood there; frozen. You didn't know what was happening.

"We almost lost Narfi, because you explicitly wanted to accompany me to that stupid charity event and now?! Now exactly that happened, of what I've always been afraid of! Of what I've always warned you! But no... You just didn't want to listen!"

You were still staring at him, mouth agape. This wasn't real, you thought. I must be dreaming.

"M-My... My fault?" You croaked out; feeling like you were going to fall apart. "Yes!" Loki hissed. "You heard what I said, did you not?!" Sure, you understood that this was equally as hard and sad as it was for you. You understood the cocktail of emotions which must be brewing inside of him, but that... That was unacceptable. You hoped he'd catch you, be there for you, grieve together with you... But certainly not that he'd blame you.

"How can you blame me for this? I didn't kick myself in the gut, did I? Besides, you could've just accompanied me! Perhaps all of this would've never happened, but no, Mr. Laufeyson didn't want to!" You felt how anger rose within you as well. It was just too much.

"Me?!" Loki hissed; pressing his pointer finger in the muscle on his chest. "Oh, I'm the one to blame now?! Sure... It's easy to blame me - for everyone! Just blame the former war criminal. Just blame the untrustworthy god. Just blame the monster from another realm - and all your problems are solved!" He laughed bitterly; shaking his head.

"That's... That's not what I meant - and you know it!" Your husband cocked his head. "Oh no? It's not? Enlighten me then, Y/N!"

You sighed. "Look... I understand your worries. I really do, but I can't just sit on the sofa 24/7 and not move a muscle, just because I'm pregnant! That's not how it works!"

Loki snorted. "Well, it should! As you can see, everything else is apparently not working!" You shook your head; stepped closer to Loki. "We... We just lost our baby... Shouldn't we... Shouldn't we grieve toge-" The god interrupted you, tears streaming down his face. "Yes, and I'm not the one to blame." With those words he brushed past you, "I will be sleeping on the sofa tonight." and left you behind; feeling more cold and lonely than you ever did in your whole life before...

The loss of the new life growing within you and the fight you and Loki had that night caused a wide rift to appear between the two of you. It split your relationship apart. Everything else would be a lie.

You felt how he grew cold and distant. Just like you did. The once perfectly harmonic, loving and desiring bond cracked.

Sure, there had always been fights, misunderstandings and disagreements - totally normal things. But this... This was different.

...and you just didn't know how to stop your marriage from falling apart...

Whenever you tried to speak with him about the topic, he'd immediately steered the conversation into a different direction. Hence, he talked less to you in general. No deep conversations anymore, no love declarations - nothing.

The communication lacked, just like the physical touch. You'd get a kiss from time to time, yes, but nothing more. Barely cuddles, no long, intimate kisses and certainly no sex.

It hurt you. To the core - but the sad thing about it all was, that you actually hadn't a single reason to complain, because you weren't better. You gave him just as little as he gave you. It was a mutual thing - and at some point didn't go unnoticed anymore...

"Y/N."

"Y/N, hey."

Natasha's voice urged to your ears, but didn’t reach your brain. All you did was staring ahead; totally lost in thoughts. Only when you felt her touch on your shoulder was your best friend able to get through to you.

"Babes, your glass in flowing over." You snapped your head down at her words; eyes widening. "Shit, shit, shit." You hastily turned off the tap, while Nat helped you to dry the outside of the glass, so you could wipe your hands on a kitchen towel.

"Thanks, Nat." You took the glass, "I-I've been a bit lost in thoughts." and gave her a small smile. "Yeah, I saw that," the Widow pointed out and crossed her arms over her chest, before she leaned against the bar counter across from you.

"Okay, babes... We definitely need to talk." You swallowed; frowning. "Talk? W-Why?"

Nat scoffed. "Oh, please stop that, Y/N... You can't fool me. Perhaps the others around us, but not me. Something's off. I can tell. You've been so absent-minded lately. Always in thoughts and very quiet. Your smile doesn't reach your eyes either - and..." She gave you an intense look. "... the most worrying thing... You behave differently around Loki. More distant. Colder. Less touchy." Her eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong between you two? And no, don't tell me it has just been a small fight, because this goes already on for at least two weeks. I saw it. So, don't even try to shit me, girl."

You swallowed again. That was clearly an order. You already knew that you weren’t going to lie yourself out of this situation, but... Did you even want that? Perhaps it was good to finally get this off your chest...

So, you nodded; nervously fumbling with your hands. "You... You are right. But, please can we talk about this in private?" Her eyes widened. "It is that bad?" You took a deep breath; nodding again."I'm afraid, yes."

Natasha nodded; rubbing your upper arm in a reassuring manner. "Let's head over to mine. Bruce is in the lab."

You followed your best friend to her apartment and only five minutes later sat down on her sofa; Nat following. "He didn't cheat on you, did he? Because if this fucker did, I'm going to cut off his ba-" "He didn't," you immediately interrupted her. "Loki never would. I know that. You know that." The red-haired beauty looked you straight in the eyes. "What did he do then?"

You swallowed. Memories of that night four weeks back started to flood your brain and causing you to hold back the tears.

"Remember that night where... Where we were at that bar? You, Wanda and I? And that incident with that strange man? You, taking me to the hospital afterwards?" The spy nodded; "Of course, yes." listening to you patiently. "I told you it was about the cut on the back of my head - and that was the truth, but... There was also something else..." You had to take a deep breath.

No one besides Loki had known about the pregnancy... Until now.

"He kneed me in the stomach - which wouldn't have been that much of a problem, but in my case it was, because I..." Your best friend's eyes widened. She was smart and therefore seemingly already had connected the dots. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Nat's eyes dropped to your stomach, before they lifted to face you again. "Are you...? Again?"

You nodded. "Pregnant, yes. I-I was pregnant again." Those words still hurt you more than you thought. You lowered your head; feeling a few silent tears running down your cheek.

"No... You... Oh my gosh..." Natasha gasped; immediately reached for your hand. "You're telling me that this wanker caused you to have a... miscarriage?" "Yes."

"Shit, I'm so sorry, babes. Gods, that's horrible. Come here." Your best friend hugged you tightly against her chest; just letting you cry for a while.

"And... Loki?" You snivelled. "Well, that's the point... I told him afterwards. We kinda had a fight and... He blamed me, I blamed him and ever since we didn't properly talk. We are drifting more and more apart. What had happened, split our relationship. We are losing each other - and it kills me." "Why didn't you talk with him then?" You swallowed; shaking your head.

"Because I feel like the rift between us is already too big. I won't make the jump." Nat squeezed your hand. "But you gotta try, babes. You love that man, right? He's your soulmate. The love of your life. Your baby daddy." You nodded. "Yes, I... I do. With all my heart." "See? You gotta try. But remember... It takes two to tango."

Her last words roamed through your head even several hours after the conversation. Perhaps it was really both your faults... You took a deep breath. You and Loki had to save this ship from sinking - at all costs. You didn't want to lose him. Never.

"Daddy?" Loki looked up at Ella. She was seated on the sofa backrest above him; legs dangling over his shoulders, as she was braiding several plaits into his long raven locks.

"Yes, princess?"

"You love mommy, right?"

The god's eyebrows slanted. "Of course, princess. Why are you asking?" The little girl shrugged her shoulders. "Because you and mommy don't have private time anymore."

Loki swallowed; realisation hitting him like a truck – completely out of the blue. "Well..." He cleared his throat. "Sometimes, we have little time for this, you know?" "Oh... Okay." Ella paused and Loki hoped that she'd just drop that topic know.

She did. Almost.

"Is mommy happy?" Ella dropped the next question, while small hands worked through another strand of her father's hair.

Again, Loki had to swallow - hard. "Y-Yes, I think so, why?" Yes, it was a lie. But he couldn't tell his eight-year-old daughter that you just lost her baby sibling, could he?

"But why is mommy crying so often then?"

Ella's next words hit Loki even harder. It felt like his heart was jumping over the edge of a cliff; free falling and shattering into a million pieces.

"W-What?" He croaked out; mouth falling agape.

"I see and hear mommy cry a lot."

Loki wanted to scream from the top of his lungs. You had shut him out - of course you did. After all he said why wouldn't you? You had every reason to banish him.

He blamed you; acted headless and stupid. He pushed you away when you needed him most. He fucked it up - real bad this time.

"I'm a fool..." Loki mumbled underneath his breath to himself. "I'm such a fool..."

"What did you say, daddy?" His daughter's innocent voice cut through the air once again. "Nothing, princess..." Loki answered; shaking his head. "I'm going to talk to mommy, okay?" Blue eyes looked up to meet his identical ones. "Will you make her feel better?" A breathless laugh escaped the gods lips; tears dripping down his chin. "Yes, princess... By the Norns, yes."

Loki watched you move through the kitchen from the hallway. He had just tucked the kids in and was finally able to talk with you. The conversation was long due.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped closer; feeling his heart hammering against his chest. He was so nervous. So afraid. What if you couldn't forgive him? What if he was going to lose you?

"Y/N?" The god called out your name softly. "Yes?" Your voice was cold. Distant.

A shiver ran down his spine.

"Darling, we... We need to talk... Please."

You froze in your movement; back towards your husband.

"Why? When I tried to talk to you a few weeks ago, you blocked me." Loki swallowed hard; Adam's apple bobbing within his throat. "I-I know, but... I see clearly now." He cautiously approached you. "I am so sorry, my love. I know now that I really fucked it up. I was- am such a fool. Norns, I don't know what has gotten into me. I... I just... saw red. Blaming you for the loss of our baby is the worst thing I ever did in my whole life." Tears pooled in his eyes, as you turned to face him.

"I pushed you away when you needed me the most. I should've been there for you. I should've supported you and help you through this, but no... I did the exact opposite." Loki paused for a moment; trying desperately to control his tears.

"I know what I did is unacceptable and I can't expect you to forgive me, but..." The god felt how his knees started to buckle. The weight of the possibility that you weren’t going to forgive him or even worse... Leave him, was hitting him full force. All his strength left his body and he fell down on his knees in front of you. "I-I'm begging you for forgiveness. Please, my love, please... I beg of you. Please don't leave me. I couldn't take it, I-" The lump in his throat cut off his sentence. All he could do was cry.

You witnessed the scenes in front of you; heart shattering.

"Loki..." Your soft, almost angelic voice urged to his ears. "Loki, I... I would never, ever - not in my wildest dreams leave you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I never could, I... I love you."

Blue eyes looked up at you in disbelief. "W-What? You... You forgive m-me?" You nodded; feeling tears build up in your eyes as well. You couldn't help but lower your hands and cup your husband's tear stained cheeks; feeling his soft skin underneath your palm. "Of course, my love."

Loki blinked. "Why? I treated you so bad. Something I swore I'd never do and yet I did... I blamed you for... For something which was entirely my fault."

You frowned. "Your fault? Why would this be your fault?" You wiped away another tear with your thumb. "It isn't, Loki. When it's somebody's fault, it's mine. You were right. It is my fault. I should've been more careful." "No..." Loki shook his head quickly. "No, Y/N, stop that right now, please... Don't blame yourself. I should've protected you better... And the baby, I... I failed."

You feared that your heart was going to stop beating right then and there. It hurt. Seeing Loki like that destroyed you. "No, Loki..." You sobbed and sunk to the floor as well; immediately embracing him. "We both failed, but... It happened. We can't change the past. We have to live with it." You felt Loki nod against your shoulder. "I-I know."

You squeezed him tightly against your body, just like Loki frantically tried to hold on to you. Finally, you felt better again. Since weeks. You had missed the comforting touch of your husband. It was all you ever wanted and needed. Just like he did.

You almost physically felt how the rift between you got smaller and smaller with each passing minute.

You had found each other again.

Neither of you knew how much time had passed. An hour? Two? More? But it also didn't matter. Not right now, not here. You were still embracing each other; your hand gently running through his long curls. "We're going to make this, okay? Together. Like everything before." Another nod from Loki. He was overwhelmed by all the emotions running through his veins. "Yes."

And you did.

Sure, what had happened didn't fail to leave marks on both you and Loki; a deep scar carved into your heart and soul - but it also didn't fail to make your bond stronger. Even if it did not seem like it at first.

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[willthespy]

The Nico is extroverted and Will is introverted argument is both right and wrong depending on what your definition of both terms is and I have to talk about it. I agree mostly with the original post that claimed this, so just listen and bear with me.

Most people categorize extroverts as ‘social’ and introverts as less so, but in reality (depending on what theory) that is not really true. Because I do agree Nico was a social kid who still has the social skills, but has dampened it down because of his own insecurities and the insecurities he’s been fed due to his parentage. Then for Will, he’s got some solitude and gloominess in him for sure (another introvert stereotype), but shows himself as the (I don’t know what word I want to use for it, but I’ll go with) happy head counselor, because he ‘had to be.’

As for the definition I prefer to use, it’s in fact a bit different. Note that it isn’t a black or white thing, and that you can’t be 100% introverted or 100% extroverted. That’s the same as saying you’re 100% autistic, because all of these terms are all created and used to categorize, and you can’t perfectly fit a category. There’s no such thing as ‘perfection.’

Now, it’s been a while since I’ve properly read about cognitive functions, but as a Feeler type myself, I know most about the different types of ‘Feelers’ to say that Nico has dominant introverted feeling (Fi) and Will uses dominant extroverted feeling (Fe).

While Nico has shown to have social skills, he definitely looks to be a Fi user. He knows who he is (again, not 100% - it isn’t black or white) and what he wants and he doesn’t really base his values on others. I think why a lot of characters with Fi are ‘emo’ or ‘weird’ is because they’re authentic to themselves and don’t bend themselves to anyone else’s will that easily. Now, we all know Nico can be a stubborn prick, but we also can see that in PJO he corrects Minos on who he is. His whole thing there is him being ‘the Ghost King.’ He knows he is, he doesn’t need to be told he is that, he just does what feels real to him.

Also that one scene in ToA (I believe) where Nico is very blunt towards Lester/Apollo and where Will tells him he needs to work on his social skills or whatever? Yeah, that shows their differences in Fi vs Fe. Nico focuses on his inner needs and values (which actually aren’t selfish at all, but important to the entire universe in this case), while Will knows the bluntness isn’t socially acceptable (as far as he knows) and, albeit jokingly, tries to control his outer world to bring it to ‘harmony.’

Note that Nico also has had selfish inner values, wants, and needs. For example, trying to revive his sister. But Will was also selfish when he tried to keep Nico away from the Trogs for example. Fi and Fe aren’t inherently selfish, but their different types might make them make selfish decisions.

Will and Nico both are self-sacrificial, but in different ways. Nico does it for his own internal values and because he feels he’s not wanted anyway, and Will seems to do it because he seems to feel the need to be strong and have an image of himself up for everyone else, even if that means putting his own needs second to his own.

Will also showed some eagerness to absorb and ‘fix’ Nico’s negative emotions in a way. He’s a healer, it’s what he does, right? But meanwhile he struggles to accept or even acknowledge his own ‘darkness.’ (Yes, I’ll talk about this as long as I’ll live. I won’t stop. Ever.)

Also very important. Nico was way more accepting of the Troglodytes than Will. And you might say, “well, isn’t that an extroverted trait?” And I’d tell you: “that depends on your definition!” But in terms of Fi/Fe, it’s Nico who’s showing introverted feeling here. He doesn’t judge, as long as they (the Trogs) don’t go against his core values.

Will, my dumb, dumb, dumb son (note: I don’t actually think he’s dumb), whom I love very much, shows Fe here. He’s quicker to judge because of his sense and knowledge of social norms, but also because of his care for his loved ones. I don’t know, I think both are true arguments as to why he was against the idea of the Trogs.

Also this is why I think it wasn’t too out of character for Will to get all bitchy and negative about the Underworld. And also not why Nico got upset about it, because Will being against his ‘home’, went against his inner self. Boo! Fe vs Fe argument! Take that liberals! (joke)

In short:

Nico is the Fi user. He’s authentic, stubborn (in defense of his own values), actually attracts misfits - because he’s not as quick to judge people who go against social norms - as he doesn’t conform to social norms himself. He’s passionate and emotional (very emotion-driven). If I remember correctly, he also shows to solve problems by talking about it, rather than just cheering anyone up.

When he was ‘unhealthy’, he also retreated from society and went into solitude + lashed out. He also strictly followed his internal beliefs that he was unwanted and all that, while Will claimed that he was the only one thinking that.

Will is the Fe user. He is a healer and nurturer, but neglects his own inner self. He is externally friendly, but can be a bitch. (Sorry not sorry fellow Will lovers.) He can definitely be a bit controlling and less expressive for the sake of his outside world and is also more aware of what he thinks are social norms and cares about them more. (As is seen in ToA and TSATS).

I checked PDB (not the best source, but a source nonetheless) right after this, and people seem to agree. Nico is categorized as INFP (Fi > Ne > Ti > Se), while Will is voted to be ENFJ (Fe > Ni > Te > Si). Thank you for listening to my TED-talk.

[karikitdemonrp]

Core listened to Kohaku, moving to lean his forehead against the demon slayer's after a moment and letting out a purring like sound from his throat. His tail swaying slightly as he just stared into Kohaku's amber eyes. "And you've helped me feel the same and more." He said softly, moving to give Kohaku a gentle yet passionate kiss on the lips for a brief moment.

When he parted, Core's purr deepened ever so slightly, though it was noticeable. "If you're up for it," Core started with a deep whisper, his purr still going as he spoke. "We could go a bit further with this. But only if you want to. I don't want to irritate your wounds or hurt you."

Kohaku winced slightly as Core carefully removed the bandage, a soft hiss escaping his lips. “Careful, careful,” he muttered, though his tone was more teasing than serious. He watched Core work with gentle precision, his amber eyes softening as the kitsune’s usual playful energy gave way to focused care.

“You’re good at this,” Kohaku murmured, letting his body relax despite the slight sting from the cleaning process. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised. You’re always thorough when it comes to me.” A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks as Core’s fingers moved deftly over his side.

When Core leaned in to kiss the freshly bandaged wound, Kohaku felt warmth bloom in his chest. His smirk softened into a genuine smile, his hand instinctively brushing through Core’s hair. “I’m happy I met you too,” he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “Not just because of this—” he gestured to his now expertly wrapped side “—but because you remind me what it feels like to be cared for. To have someone who actually looks out for me.”

As Core peppered the area with gentle kisses, Kohaku chuckled softly, his hand still tangled in the kitsune’s hair. “You’re going to spoil me if you keep that up,” he teased, though the way his body leaned into Core’s touch betrayed just how much he enjoyed the affection.

[nockstormbringer]

I’m not sure if you do this or not, but, in my opinion, it’s worth a shot. Got any Cabin 12 headcanons?

Cabin 12 || Camp Half-Blood

Synopsis → General headcanons for the children of Dionysus.

Warning → Mentions of alcohol, shakespeare, pepsi, odd food combos, spiders, snakes

A/n → oh my god I actually post something 😱

Word Count → 463

↳ I feel like a great majority of Cabin 12 kids would be alt, or into scene. Maybe grunge, but generally, their closets consists of darker toned colours.

↳ Adding to this, they’ve all definitely dyed their hair at least once and/or have piercings.

↳ They definitely love theatre, although all to different extents. Some would absolutely love musicals while others are into Shakespeare.

↳ They’re all definitely failing any social science related subjects (Geography, Business Studies, etc.)

↳ Cabin 12 definitely smells like juice, maybe apple, grape, apple black current, just juice. The smell isn’t all that noticeable, as it’s pretty subtle, but it’s still there.

↳ Nails are always painted, no doubt. Whether they’re done up because they like them like that or if it’s to keep them from biting them.

↳ Love fruit with a passion, but can’t stand vegetables. Vegetables are too bland and just are icky to them, while fruit is so good, it’s sweet and juicy.

↳ I feel like they would be good artists, whether painting, sculpting or whatnot. They can even write music and sing pretty well, so they would get along with the Apollo cabin.

↳ Because of their interests in the arts, they all major in something similar or do a subject at school like Drama, Visual Arts, Music, etc.

↳ They love pinecones, and no, I will not elaborate further.

↳ Every single child of Dionysus absolutely loathes Pepsi. It’s only the natural path. Children of Bacchus however…

↳ Cats of any size absolutely adore them.

↳ They make weird food combinations , like ham and honey, apples and cheese, and several other odds.

↳ Ariadne actually adores her step kids, and is quite nice to them all. Of course, every time Dionysus claims a son or daughter, she gives him the cold shoulder for a few weeks.

↳ I also feel that kids from Cabin 12 have obscure pets or want one, like snakes, spiders, crows or some other unique animal.

[I’m definitely not projecting the fact that I had a snake and a crow growing up.]

↳ Major ally’s or are apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Like they go hard in support of rights for equality amongst gays and straights, cis and trans, men and women.

↳ Absolutely hard core side eyeing and even outright calling out assholes, misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, and any other disrespectful little prick.

↳ Whenever they’re bored, they go around and cause chaos, but not towards other campers. Towards Mr. D. Since out of everyone, his own children are more likely to get off easier.

↳ Besides, you can NOT tell me that Dionysus isn’t an absolute ride or die for his children. He’s not great at expressing that love, especially since he can’t show favouritism, but all his children mean the world to him.

↳ Either love alcohol or refuse to touch the stuff. No in between.

thank you!! ♡

[eldritch-spouse]

I definitely wasn't binging through Krulu's tag like a horny depraved soul with no life (which i am) when i found this:

Pinnie I need to know how Krulu responds/reacts to Admin's existential crisis and crippling anxiety telling them that they're useless to him now that he has no need to hide and he can just dispose of them if he wants to.

[Fem reader.]

TW: Slight angst; Religious mindsets.

It's wonderful seeing your lord in such high spirits.

You never made note of it before, mostly to avoid being insulting, but it bothered you that Krulu felt unsafe all the time, resigned himself to the darkness of his sacred floor, didn't look beyond the walls of The Clergy's Eye or set foot onto his own garden.

It was disheartening.

He's a god! He's your god! He should face the world with nothing but pride and elegance, his might is to be witnessed and revered by all- Hiding is unbecoming of his perfect nature.

You suppose you have to thank Miara for all of this. For the safety and confidence Krulu now exudes, for the push she gave him to finally finally impregnate you- For your beautiful baby boys who have now grown up to take Earth's main annexes by storm! Life is good.

Life is wonderful.

But it's so, so scary...

Ever since your higher stopped using you as a vessel -There's no need for such anymore, after all- A depressing distance has been cast between you two. Something stifling.

You're so very happy for him, for Adelo and Adrul who can now communicate with their second father openly, see him in the flesh so much more often than they once did, for the two of you even -Because you do like witnessing Krulu's glory- But... Things just aren't the same.

You no longer feel Krulu in the back of your mind, caressing your thoughts and murmuring to you. His presence on your body is so diminished you feel naked. Unsafe. Out of sorts. You feel useless as his servant. This isn't right. It's something you're ashamed to admit, but you wish he'd return to your form.

What's wrong with you? To be wishing misery upon your lord...

You're his chosen, you're the mother of the rulers of Eden and Perdition, you're loved dearly by your lord and your angel- So... So why is it that you feel small? Like an ant? Without Krulu... You're just a human. Just a girl.

Tears prick at your eyes.

It's stupid, it's so stupid. You should be happy. This is a day of celebration! Your sons have come to The Clergy to partake in celebration with their parents and the core team after their impressive feats. And instead of spending quality time with the people closest to you...

You're sobbing on a faraway bench.

Pathetic.

You don't even hear the footfalls approaching steadily.

" Chosen. "

To say you sprung up like a startled feline is to put it flatteringly lightly. Your lord stares at you from a great height, gaze ever hardened, though you've been his servant long enough to spot the creases of worry in the corners of his eyes.

" M- My lord, excuse me- I'll be joining the festivities in no time. " You stammer, wiping the tear trails on your face and hoping your makeup isn't smudged to absolute shit. But it probably is.

Krulu makes a chuff, then takes a seat beside your figure, not looking directly at you. One set of arms rests on their hips, another steeples its fingers, the remaining one adjusts some of his jewelry.

" Speak. What troubles you? "

To the point. You've come to love that about him.

" Nothing serious, my worship. " You sigh. " You know how fragile the human mind is, I'm just being silly. "

The siadar's tail rattles across the floor.

" Our minds may no longer be interwoven, but make no mistake, I know when you dare lie to me. " He warns, eyes narrowed. " Your pain is still my pain, however. And to hurt me is not wise. "

You curl further into yourself on the bench, sniffling. " My deepest apologies- "

" I will not ask twice. What ails you? "

Slowly, you crane your neck back, meeting only the charred side of Krulu's face. With perhaps the most shaky and futile of inhales, your lips let loose.

" I'm scared. "

The siadar straightens slightly.

" My lord, I would never doubt your words- But I doubt myself. We aren't as close as we once were, and that's amazing! That's good! But... I feel so hollow without you in my body. What duty do I have now? I know it's stupid of me -I know I'm foolish- But ever since you've ceased to use me as a vessel, I've been so... Miserable. "

The shame coating your cheeks burns brighter than a thousand dawns, so you opt to bore holes into the stone of the garden's pathway.

There's a deep rumble from beside you, and soon, your small frame is lifted, deposited in the crevice where your lord's long legs cross, facing forward to the garden's expanse just as he does.

" You are going through withdrawal. "

Krulu begins, giving all your thoughts pause.

" Have been, for quite some time. "

Four hands touch your body, two loop around your neck in a familiar hold that has you sighing in comfort. The other pair rubs your sides up and down.

" I never did think it had reached this state, but then, you have a most insufferable habit of hiding your distress from me. "

" I... I don't want to disappoint. "

The implication is loud, even without being verbalized. A pause passes.

" Pray tell, what bred the idea into your mind that the mother of my heirs is expendable? " He challenges, met with silence for a few moments.

" Was it something I imparted onto you? "

And, when you think about it deeper, there was never a moment where Krulu made you feel as if you were nothing but a body. Or that you would someday outlive your use. Your sentiments are strange and you can't place their source aptly.

" Never! I don't recall a single thing you've said or done to me that could cause this- I think I'm just... Having some type of episode? " What a wonderful thing to say, you snort inwardly to yourself. Yes, you're going mental.

" Episode, hm? " Krulu chuckles above you. " Close enough. You got there on your own, songbird. "

" I- Lord Master, I beg your pardon? " Did he actually confirm you're going insane?

The siadar shudders at the title bestowed upon him, a squeeze of powerful claws reminding you not to rile him up now. It slipped.

" Just as when I took hold of your form your organism experienced many changes, you are now going through several more as well. " He explains simply. " My departure is intense, I would be alerted if you did not react to it. "

You blink, staring into his blazing orange hues. " ... But it has been years, lordship. "

Krulu's grin turns slightly mocking. " Indeed it has. "

You can only blink vapidly again, prompting him to laugh loudly and pet you almost condescendingly.

" How many years did you live as my vessel, lesser? "

Oh. Oh.

No fucking wonder you've been feeling this way for so long. Oh boy, this is going to take a long while... Who knew a hormonal imbalance could last this long, and be this devastating. Maybe to a doctor, it would be extremely common knowledge, but you often forget said information, because it hardly ever holds relevance these days.

You feel even dumber now. Dumb as a door. May the ground grow a hole and consume you immediately.

The berating inner-monologue about to kickstart in your mind is halted entirely by the sensation of Krulu's thin lips against the top of your head as the massive entity curls to shield you from the world at large.

" You are hereby ordered to seek me as soon as these flares of inadequacy show themselves, understood? " Even if his words hold supreme authority, you feel the insurmountable care behind them.

" My chosen is my adored and my adored is the light of this decrepit world. You hold more value than the universe could ever hope to achieve to me, yet you do not even realize it. " He whispers.

And you cry.

You sob like a fucking baby.

You wail into your lord's arms, full of relief, of love, passion and reverence and complete fanaticism- Enough euphoria to blind you for seconds of total bliss. It's almost like an orgasm, in a peculiar way.

He holds you throughout the entire catharsis, silent, stable like a stone wall. Only when your quiet sniffling has petered out does he speak again.

" Come to us, Adrul did say he has many tales of his time in Wrath. His mother should listen. "

You stand with Krulu's help, a smile as bright as the sun on your face.

Everything is okay.

You'll get through this.

For him.

Always for him.

Everything for him.

[doodgiee]

Character lineup of prominant kids in a Riddle School project I've been working on for a long time.

Think I'm going to start calling it Riddle Transferred? Because they're all grown up, they've made the transfer

There's much more to come, but you're allowed this taster.

Canon:

Phil Eggtree: The Phil Eggtree we all know and love, however the guilt and stress of his dream murdering and double abduction have been haunting him.

Phred Whistler: His a little worn and worse for wear, but ever since seeing Phil save the world he's been inspired to live life to the fullest instead of just letting life take him wherever. He's far more motivated than his younger self

Smiley Sundae: With increased pressure with her studies, Smiley's trademark Smile has faded slightly over the years. Her underlying but constant struggle in academic fields has made her question her path for the future, but she'll still lighten up anyone's day with that heart of gold

Zack Kelvin: Despite still learning to deal with his peculiar temperature issues, especially with puberty taking a toll on it, He's definitely become more social after having the opportunity to express himself more without freezing to death. But still lacks crucial social cues. His friends are still helping him with that.

Richy Stud: This pushover has joined the main gang and have been a part of it for a while, serving as the social bridge between the core 4 and the B team of the Riddle Elementary kids he doesn't know them quite as well but still serves as a friendly face. And yes, he collects buttons

Chubb Munch: A gentle giant with a heart of gold. He'll always be a bigger guy comapred to most people, and frankly it never bothered him anyway. But since he vowed to work on his diet his life has never been better

5 08: A little arrogant, but with how charismatic he is it's hard to blame him. His shirt sales have been steady and it serves as more of a hobby than anything else. On good terms with Richy and Phil specifically. He considers Phil his best customer.

Greg Sleep: He's always been a bit distant from his friends, but in all fairness, he's asleep 90% of the time. He remains a bit of an enigma

Joe Kerosene: With his history with the Riddle gang being a rocky middle school life, Joe's not exactly friendly with many of the people he grew up with. He and Phil don't get along at all. Phil considers him an idiot and Joe considers him a snarky prick. He's found company with other people, but he may have bit off more than he can chew

OCs:

Null Rooster-Lea: One of Joe's new 'friends' he's distant, and never seen without a scowl on his face. He's cold, and its better not to cross him

Rodrigo Cwesschyn: Another one of Joe's new friends. He's the son of ex elementary principle Mr. Cwesschyn. Ever since his father has been imprisoned for injuring students, Rodrigo has had to become the man of the house for his mother and siblings. He blames the students that attended Riddle Elementary for his unsteady life.

Cassie Pants: Another part of Joe's group, she's bratty and enjoys messing with people she's directed towards, but she doesn't hold any ill will unlike her friends. She's just a pest, not evil.

Franky Pants: The older brother of Cassie, he isn't interested in the antics and rivalries her little sister gets up to, that's her life to lead. He's pretty friendly, but remains neutral to our protagonists. He just wished his sister made some nicer friends

Kath Penilian : A university student, far removed from the happenings at Riddle High, She's good friends with Richy, meeting over the niche hobby of button collecting. She serves as a friendly, older friend of the Riddle gang, being able to offer an ear to listen and a bit of wisdom.

[silversiren1101]

OC Mannerisms - Minovae Arangeir

Tagged by @dujour13 to do @the-raging-tempest’s OC mannerism meme - Template here

Art commissioned from Elena Kononenko :)

- NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES >> Taldane, Infernal, Gnomish, Halfling, Abyssal, Protean (Innate)

- TONE OF VOICE >> Average but on the slightly lower side. Often with a slight husk if she's been barking orders a lot lately.

- ACCENT >> Wiscrani given she's from Westcrown [irl equivalent of Italian, specifically Venetian].

The haunting realization that my baby sounds Italian...

- DEMEANOR >> Easy confidence when observed and knows it, but distant and melancholic or preoccupied sometimes when she thinks she's alone or not being looked at. Approachable.

- POSTURE >> Hands resting on hip/armor or crossed. Straight.

HABITS

Talks with hands often if impassioned, and especially tail if greatly impassioned.

Sucks in lips between fangs when thinking.

Tail touches: congratulatory thumps on the back, gentle brush against side or leg if affectionate, protective coil around back of legs, quiet contact against foot if happy you're there.

COMPLEXITY (Fill in the circles as you wish)

- VOCABULARY >> ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️

A complicated question! Mino was uneducated for most of her life but pushed herself hard to catch up when joining the Hellknights. A lot of her vocabulary is only advanced when it's legalese or philosophical, and tends to be more crass or 'peasant' quality elsewhere. She also tries hard to sound on equal footing with the nobility when she's investigating them and around them, but falls short more often than not. She does not have time for leisure reading that would support a more robust vocabulary.

- EMOTION >> ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

Minovae has been punished her entire childhood for any sort of emotion stronger than a small smile, and her subsequent entry into the Hellknights encouraged suppressing the despair and rage and grief and wrath long festering inside her. That being said it did help her with other issues that lessened a lot of those feelings and helped her understand and express happiness and more positive emotions better. As a matured adult that has been forced to acknowledge and work through what she's buried for decades, she still has difficulties with catharsis and actually letting herself process the darker side of herself. Bottling things up is her first instinct, not wanting to burden others with her negative emotions, but she is making steps to handle things more in stride rather than reaching a breaking point.

As such, most people only know her as a smiling and bright person, eager to crack a joke and cheer others up. Those that really know her know there's a lot more going on beneath the surface and can see the telltale signs she's needing a sit down and talk.

- SENTENCE STRUCTURE >> ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪⚪

Hellknights favor brevity in all situations where intense legalese isn't needed, but, well, Minovae is also a former bard. In casual situations she's what you'd expect of a friendly Wiscrani bard that loves a good meal and drink. In professional matters she's short and to the point up until Formality and Legal is required, THEN you might need to break out the dictionary as she is hyper specific, not wanting to imply or stretch facts beyond the core truth of the matter, and note where each clause and comma and punctuation she pauses for breath is.

Very Serious Business, you see.

PROFANITY

- FREQUENCY >> ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

Minovae curses as punctuation. You can't take out the street urchin and bard, Hellknight or no.

- CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity) >> ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

That being said with above, a Hellknight has to have a certain amount of decorum. She gets quite creative telling someone exactly what she thinks about them without outright telling them they should fuck themselves.

BOLD THAT APPLY

arse / ass / asshole / bastard / bitch / bloody / bugger / bollocks / chicken shit / crap / cunt / dick / frick / fuck / horseshit / motherfucker / piss / prick / pussy / screw / shit / shitass / son of a bitch / twat / wanker

THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic?

finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind?

masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?

formalities or with abrasiveness?

praise or equivocation?

frankness or flattery?

excessive or minimal hand gestures?

name-calling or magnanimity?

friendly or blunt

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

- DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER?

Nope! Mino is loud in pretty much all aspects. She speaks loudly and clearly.

- DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?

It sure does. She doesn't like to beat around the bush and doesn't have time for it.

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?

Yes! She loves talking to people.

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?

If she has other pressing engagements, yes.

- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE?

...probably... not? I can only think in legal contexts: "to whom is may concern"

- YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?

but / though / although / however / perhaps / maybe

- HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? 

"As much as I'd love to continue this - I'm expected elsewhere in a few!" Something like this.

- WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?

Low when in casual setting. High when in professional setting, given she can *sound* like a lawyer if needed.

- IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?

The strong Wiscrani accent for one! Specifically street Wiscrani. It's immediately obvious she is not from any sense of nobility or wealth, and might be the kind of voice you'd hear in the docks or fishing districts but more... 'trained'... Especially when she's had a bit to drink and the Hellknight education falls off she sounds like she just dragged herself out from behind some alleyway in the one of the poorer districts of Westcrown.

ANYTHING ELSE THAT WASN’T TOUCHED ON?

Despite being 100% Chelaxian, one would immediately clock Minovae's last name, Arangeir, as some bastardization of the Galtan surname Arangier. She did in fact 'take' it from a kind older Galtan woman that nearly adopted her, but was unable to for various reasons.

The full pronunciation guide for her name is:

Mee-no-vey | A-hu-ran-geer

But she has no corrections or preference for those that pronounce it more like the fish: "Minnow-vae". Or those that combine the sounds in her last name to: "ah-ran-geer."

Tagging no pressure @camelliagwerm @spyridonya @serenbach86 @minthy-fresh

[crying-fantasies]

(Not) Easy to love

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There is only one reason, literally one damned reason as to how Prowl developed feelings for a human.

You listened and also understood him, or at least tried.

Maybe not exactly liking what he had in mind, but understanding any way and saying your own ideas, if those were heard it was unknown.

Thinking about it, Prowl did many horrible things along his whole life without really having to face the outcome, Prowl has only received true recognition of his actions as something good or at least as something liked by Mesotulas/Tarantulas (a.k.a. his crazy as fuck and murderous ex) and the Constructions/Devastator (a.k.a. his whole group of destructive and murderous ex in plurality that ended up being his group of fans), and one can see that he is always moved to his core when they tell him so before he says that they are crazy (and he is right).

So when Prowl meets his future conjunx/ex conjunx (a.k.a. you that may be or not a little crazy too he attracts a type and it's so obvious in the whole comic) he is part of the Autobots and still sane to some degree, so the image of him being a hero is still there for you, leading you to side with him even in his worst, and I mean worst to the point that not even Jazz or Optimus tried to reason with him anymore.

Maybe is the fact that you also noticed that he was being controlled, I mean, how come that no one noticed?! And at least tried to reach out to him, he almost killed you, more times than he can count (more times than he can really say sorry to you).

You stay by his side and when the whole deal is finally over (war, Unicron, the end of the world), you really stayed with him when he would understand if you didn't.

Let's remember that all is happening in the Happy ending of LL, so even Prowl can be happy (for a bit) maybe is in the fact that he feels left out he is always alone for the things he did and didn't, and you come to the picture, at first he doesn't make much of it, treating you as something that comes with the environment and he doesn't notice before you say or do something (he is a prick to the end of his days, I swear), then you start to reach out more to him, ending in his servo while he touches your body, you are soft, calming his nerves and saying words of encouragement.

You two are dating to this point and don't have the littlest idea of it, no one says a thing because it was supposed to be obvious or no one has the courage to utter a word when Prowl has you napping on his neck cables, at the end is Fort Max the one that said something to make Prowl realize it, "How stupid" is what he thought, but from then on he kind of looked at you different, you do the same.

One thing lead to another, now you are dating and living in the same place, the one to bring the conjunx ritual isn't Prowl but he goes along because it is convenient for him, he gets the best part of it and you die when you are ready, is beneficial for both sides.

Everything is fine, he feels way more in peace near you and his spark has been giving you more years of life he is secretly loving you in this whole ordeal he doesn't even notice it, everything is going accord to plan.

Except for the moment that you want a child, and Prowl is cursing Rodimus by this point for discovering that techno-organics are a real thing, going as far as to see the real deal before even thinking about it, thinking that maybe it won't be so bad, one thing leads to the other and you get Chainbreaker out of the hot spot, an outlier Primus why did you give this very one mech an outlier for a son, that can control living matter at will, still, Prowl makes the kid learn every damn thing that he can, just so CB can be more prepared for life, but he takes it too far, is worse how Chainbreaker still tries to please him and, at the end, it's you who choose a pause from all this, of your whole relationship, only to have your own child going to his father, even when Prowl wanted to have CB go with you to have you safe in case anything happened.

And that's the downfall of his marriage.

Because you told him you wanted a break, and he gave you what you wanted, he gave you all the time that he could and waited for you to return, only to have his son return to him and telling him that you died.

Worst of all, he is still in denial about his feelings for you.

[old-men-mmm]

I love Jiang Wanyin so much and I honestly don't get why people hate him so much.

Yes, he's done some really fucked up things (torture and murder) but it's understandable if you take a quick look at his character & backstory, namely his home/early life. (Excusable is... dependant on the person looking at him, but understandable) (Also long-ass post with lotsa backstory analysis so brace yourself)

He grew up just fine-ish in the time before Wei Wuxian showed up (assumedly- we don't get a lot of insight into this time). He has dogs and his parents and Jiang Yanli. However, in comes Wei Wuxian and suddenly his father doesn't love him as much. Actually, it doesn't seem as if he loves him at all. He seems to love this new kid, his dead friend's son more. He loses his dogs because of him and is made to share, even though he's never met this kid before and never had to share before. He wigs out and feels guilty later because, if this kid is going to be his new brother, he should treat him better.

Years pass and Wei Wuxian becomes his brother, never more than a servant on paper but so much more to Jiang Wanyin. His father doesn't seem to have started to love him more or even love him at all and his mother has grown resentful of both his father and him, often using Wei Wuxian to belittle him and beat him down. He's jealous of Wei Wuxian, of his achievements and skill and how everyone seems to love him, even his beloved jiejie, but he doesn't let that get in the way of his love for him. They are going to be the Twin Prides of Yunmeng and Jiang Wanyin is going to lead the Yunmeng Jiang Sect to glory, Wei Wuxian by his side.

Then everything happens. His family is slaughtered, the bodies of his sect and his mother and father strewn across Lotus Pier as the Wen sect stains its presence into Lotus Pier alongside the blood of her former occupants. He is ripped from his teenager years and shoved into a world of bloody and fierce hatred and forced to be a man. This is where he initially starts to deteriorate, though the sudden drop happens a while later.

He then loses his core protecting his brother. He is tortured and loses the one thing he had that he could prove to his parents he was worth it. He loses what he would need to lead his sect, his years of cultivation suddenly useless and wasted. He has no reason to live anymore. And then his brother, one of the only lifelines he has left, says that he can get him his core back. That he can go to the immortal Baoshen Sanren and she can give him his core back. He accepts and does so- but Wei Wuxian gives him his own core. Without asking if he would accept it, without wondering how much it would/could hurt him to eventually find out where his core came from, he gives his own core.

Jiang Wanyin rebuilds his clan singlehandedly and fights in the Sunshot Campaign still a teenager. He takes his anger, his grief out on every Wen soldier he sees, every person he slaughters, because it's the only way he knows how to. His mother, who he is extremely similar to, probably did something similar. She found an obstacle and whipped it to shreds, taking out whatever rage she had on her at the moment on whatever it was. He does the same.

The Sunshot Campaign ends and everything is... muddled. His sister marries the prick she was engaged to, and he seems to have gotten better somehow so he isn't too upset about it. But his brother, Wei Wuxian who has been acting strange since he reappeared after being missing, defects from the Jiang Sect for a group of Wens. They weren't responsible for his Sect's death and two of them did save his life, but they're Wens and that's a good enough excuse for the rest of the cultivation world to hate them. And so Wei Wuxian leaves him, leaves the promise of the Twin Prides of Yunmeng and leaves Jiang Wanyin more alone than he already was. He can't complain about it and he can't change this because when Wei Wuxian sets his mind to something, he won't deviate from it. And so he is isolated and cut off.

Then the slaughter at Qiongqi Path happens. And then the Massacre at the Nightless City. His sister, his beloved, sweet jiejie and her so-so husband are killed, leaving his little nephew an orphan, only at one month old. Both times because of Wei Wuxain. Jiang Yanli's last words are to Wei Wuxian. Because of Wei Wuxain. Wei Wuxian is responsible for the deaths of everyone he's known and loved, somehow. The thing with the cave and the Tortise of Slaughter gave the Wens the excuse to provoke the Jiang Sect enough into (somewhat) starting a conflict, "rationalizing" their over-the-top response (mass murder). Wei Wuxian lost control at Qiongqi Path and at the Nightless City. He's angry and grieving and confused because he hates Wei Wuxian so much but he's his brother and he loves him but he's also ruined his damn life. The fact that Wei Wuxian's losing-control was artificially induced is not known yet, so it is all Wei Wuxain's fault in his eyes. This is where he seriously starts to deteriorate and lean on his unhealthy coping mechanisms more; when he loses most of what little family he has left.

He reacts in the only way he knows how to: fight and whip whatever is causing his pain into pieces. Except, when he does, he doesn't feel better. So he takes it out on anyone and everyone who reminds him of his brother, his worst enemy. He tortures and murders every demonic cultivator he comes across because he's still so angry at Wei Wuxian and doesn't have any other way of venting that anger. He has no healthy way of expressing his emotions because one of his parents didn't give a damn about him enough to teach him and the other was too busy pointing out everything wrong with him to give a shit about his emotional state.

He raises Jin Ling but gives a bit too much of a fuck about him and, most likely inadvertently, takes his anger out on him as well. He mirrors his mother in his standards, prioritizing Jin Ling's achievements and tries to add a multitude of achievements to his name (maybe projecting onto him and trying to make him everything he wasn't when he was that age?). But he loves him and would give his life for him (take his actions in the Guanyin temple when JGY did the whole hostage thing). Jin Ling is the last real family he has, and even though he's so fucking emotionally constipated that he can't express it correctly, he loves him.

The overarching point is that he's a hurt(TRAUMATISED), sad, angry man in a world that seems to be out to get him. He reacts the only way he knows how to, which only makes his problem worse as it isolates him further and furthers the problem. He is not in a place where he can be vulnerable to anyone and he cannot allow himself to falter and appear weak, so he's self-destructive in his rage and digs his own pit deeper. He can't accept outside help either, because it makes him look weak and it would have made him look weak in his parent's eyes. He's still trying to impress them even though they're long gone and dead. He's still holding himself to their standards and punishing himself for it more than a decade after their deaths.

[karikitdemonrp]

RP Outtake: Hawks eats an apple and tosses it out the window carelessly. It wasn't long before Core found an apple core accidentally bouncing off his head. That's what he gets for being a stalker.

Core rubbed his head and looked up then down at the apple core and grumbled. "Why was I given this name?" He grumbled under his breath. "First that intel core joke now fuckin apple cores?"

//I AM WHEEZING!!!

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

shadows dance above

(robert aeor high au p7)

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Scott should’ve known this is what would happen if he came out, and he supposes coming out is exactly what he’s just done. For a second there, he was strong and sure and right, completely accepting of himself, of who he is- but now he’s back to the little bursts, the self-hate and self-disgust that have become so familiar to him prickling just under his skin. Back to normal- except it’s worse.

or, Scott's horrific father takes the final step and Scott goes to Jimmy for help.

TW: parental homophobia, internalized homophobia, micromanaging, abuse, blood, references to past abuse, disowning, concussion, dissociating, self-hate, etc.

In this chapter, someone's homophobic father kicks them out of the house. If this is triggering and/or trauma-inducing to you, PLEASE don't read. Stay safe <3

(3396 words)

“W-what? What do you mean, I need to explain myself?” Scott asks, anxiety bubbling up from his core, spiking in little bubbles all over his hands and heart and face.

“What do you think?” Father’s voice is cold and hateful, and Scott can’t help but shiver under his baleful glare, memories of times when he’s disappointed his father before peeling back a curtain in Scott’s mind. “You have a phone.” It’s not a question, and Scott can feel the sweat freezing on the back of his neck, he can’t see a way he’s getting out of this- his only possibility is to try to bluff; something his father knows Scott’s not very good at.

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tries to take a few subtle deep breaths, to calm himself down without arousing his father’s suspicions even further, what feels like an ocean churning away in the pits of his stomach.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Scott.” The phone is still clutched tight in Father’s hand, his knuckles white with the strain- but there’s no way he could’ve gotten into it, he doesn’t know the password, he couldn’t possibly know the password, right?

Right? 

A few beats pass before an almost malicious grin spreads across his father’s face.

“Next time, maybe don’t write things down in your notebook if you’re trying to sneak something from me.” And with a few quick clicks of his thumb, his father’s opened the phone. He displays the bright screen to Scott, the background a picture of him, Jimmy, Shelby, Joel, and a very grumpy-looking Owen from that one time when they went to the county fair.

“Y-you’ve been going through my notebook?!” Scott asks, incredulous, because surely that wouldn’t be true, surely Father, micromanaging as he is, wouldn’t pry that far into Scott’s privacy.

“I’ve been reading through that notebook from the day you started it,” Father says nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just broken every boundary ever. Suddenly Scott is very glad he’s never written anything about being gay, or his suspicions that he is- if he had, he can assume that he’d be locked in his room right this second.

“That is-” Scott’s at a loss for words. “You can’t just read through my things! That’s private!” His hands ball into fists by his side, shaking ever so slightly as he stands, aghast.

“As long as you live in this house, everything you do is allowed by law to be under my surveillance. I don’t know why you think you have that sort of freedom yet- I don’t see why you think you’ll ever have that kind of freedom- you’re still my son, disappointment that you are.” Scott feels the insult prick under his skin, just another added to the piles of worthlessness that have accumulated over the years.

But wait a second. He isn’t usually one to judge parenting, but isn’t that wrong? Isn’t that, like, just the absolute wrong way to go about raising a child? “Father, I don’t- I’m seventeen. I’m not a child, and I get that you think this is best for me, but I’m allowed to have my own personal thoughts. You don’t need to know everything.”

Father laughs, a dark, almost coughing, sound. “Yes, I do. Especially if you’re going to be texting people I don’t know about.” 

“You went through my texts as well?!” Things are looking worse and worse on this front, and just by the way Father’s acting, Scott can’t help but wonder if he’s found out about-

“Scott. Who is Jimmy?” Oh no. This was it, the reason he’s started talking- Father’s reached his capstone point and Scott can’t not answer him now, things will be so much worse for him if he doesn’t answer, he can already imagine the fury, the banishment-

He doesn’t want to get locked in his room again, like the last time he refused. He doesn’t want it to be like last time, alone and scared with nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He’s learnt his lesson from that. So he breaks. And he shrinks down back into himself. “Jimmy is my friend. Just a friend I made about a month ago.”

But Jimmy is so much more than just a friend. He’s a laugh on the wind and a shoulder to lean on and a wish that was lost when Scott was very young, he’s a push in the right direction and a memory of a smile and everything and nothing, all compiled into the body of a single short, silly little canary.

But Father doesn’t need to know that.

“In this picture, I assume he’s the one I don’t know?” Father asks, sneering at the photo of Scott and his friends, smiling around a table, lips around straws that are all stuck into a single, giant milkshake.

“Yeah.”

“Pray tell, why is he wearing a skirt?” The disgust on Father’s face is plain to see, and Scott curses himself, why hasn’t he remembered his father’s distaste towards gender nonconformity? Scott should have recalled the time when he was a child and they went clothes shopping at a store, and he had asked for a fluffy light blue dress, only for his father to stare at him and parade him out immediately. That was the first time Scott got locked in his room. Ever since, it’s consistently been his least favorite punishment, and Father knows it.

“...He likes wearing skirts. It’s what’s comfortable for him.” Scott’s voice is quiet, but he knows he has to defend Jimmy because otherwise he just won’t be able to forgive himself, he is not having his father insult maybe the one person that keeps him going.

“Is he one of those homosexuals? I don’t want you associating with those abominations, lest you become even more corrupt and defective than you are now.” Scott’s always known his father’s homophobic, but it’s never really truly sunk in more than now, when the hate on Father’s face is real and true and scathing, and it suddenly becomes very apparent to Scott that his father truly believes the things he’s saying are the truth.

How has Scott lived with this man for so long?

“I don’t know his sexuality. I’ve never asked.” Scott needs to stay calm, blowing up at his father won’t do anything, except maybe get him locked up again- but it’s hard, the cruel expression on Father’s face almost begging Scott to dissent.

“Well, maybe you should. It’s always best to know your enemy, and between you and I, Scott, the gays are even worse than you. Turns out you’re not completely at the bottom of the barrel!” Father barks out a laugh, and Scott shudders. This is not okay- if only his father knew, if only he knew, Scott’s secret beating even harder than usual in his chest, thumping and crashing and begging to be let out, a torrent of feelings and truths-

“All- all gay people aren’t bad,” he manages, shaking so hard he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s scared, and he doesn’t know what his father will do to him, but he has to take a stand- none of this is okay. “And what about Owen? You don’t mind Owen, right?”

“Owen is gay?!” Father’s eyes light up with a fury bordering on fear, the fire bristling within them. This… may have been a mistake.

“He’s bi.”

“That’s not a thing. I sent you to Robert Aeor so we could get those kind of thoughts out of you, but it seems it hasn’t worked- you’re just as liberal as ever, wanting to give everyone a chance,” Father sneers, taking his seat at the head of the table and gesturing for Scott to sit down at the far end. “Well, news flash: not everyone deserves a chance. Not everyone’s as decent as me- you barely count, the only reason I haven’t tossed you out of the house already is because at least you’re obedient. You do what’s asked of you and you understand that you’re lesser, which is about the most I could ask for from someone like you.” Okay, this has gone too far, Scott’s had just about enough of this, it’s too much-

“Stop.” It’s barely a whisper, the word that escapes Scott’s lips, barely denting the air, his heart beating wildly out of his chest as he stares at the floor, determinedly not meeting his father’s eyes.

Father freezes, a dangerous glare painted across his face, and Scott can eyes wide and admonishing when he glances up momentarily. “What did you just say?”

“I said, STOP!” Scott yells the word now, loud as his lungs can bear, the sound echoing around the cavernous, empty room- and then it all comes flooding out, all the anger and fear and hatred he’s felt in the past however many years spilling into his voice, giving him the burst of strength he needs to continue. “I am not lesser than you. I am not someone you should call your family. You don’t deserve it.” There are tears prickling behind his eyes, and this time he doesn’t push them back, he lets them drip slowly down his cheeks. He stands, bracing his hands on the table, and makes his way over to where Father still sits, shocked to silence and angered beyond recognition.

“I am a person. I am a person who is allowed my own life. I don’t need you, I don’t want you, all you’ve EVER done for me is make my life absolutely fucking miserable.”

“Don’t use those words with me, young man. You need to calm down, or bad things are going to happen. You forget who has the power here- do you want to get locked in your room again?”

“But, see, that’s wrong! You’re not supposed to lock your kids in their rooms for days on end, you’re not supposed to feed them only peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because something they can’t change disappointed you one time, eight years ago. You’re not supposed to watch them as they sleep, or monitor their every move, or dictate who they’re friends with. I am not locked within your grasp- I’ve been finding ways around your silly little rules since I was five. Maybe you forget who has the power here. Because you sure as hell couldn’t stop me from kissing that boy at the zoo when I was eight.”

There are a few beats of silence, and then Scott’s father stands, pointing to the door. “Get out.” 

“Wh-” Scott’s eyes go wide, he’s been expecting his father to be extreme, but is he trying to kick him out of the house?

“Get. Out.” There is no question in Father’s voice, the anger simmering just under the surface, masked by an icy cold hate that Scott’s come to know well. “You don’t want me as your family? Well, fantastic. That’s what you’ve just achieved. You’ve disappointed me for the final time, Scott. No son of mine is gonna be gay.” Oh, no, oh no no nonononono, Scott’s just said that Father shouldn’t consider him family, sure, but he didn’t really mean it- all he wants is for his father to understand that he’s a person, he thought he was on the right track-

“You can’t just-”

“Oh, I absolutely can. Did you hear me? Get. OUT!” Father screams the last word, picking up the vase from the center of the table and pitching it forward, throwing it at Scott, and he barely registers it before it smashes into his head, intense pain exploding from the collision point. Water splashes all over his head and shards of porcelain jab into his skin, new cuts appearing in his arms. He feels a stinging on his cheek and lifts his fingers to the feeling.

When he draws them back, they are covered in blood.

Scott takes one last look at his father, his home, and he runs. He’s not ever wearing shoes as he pushes the door open, the rain beating down even harder now, mixing with his tears and the water from the vase, gulping for air in the cold, stormy night. He can still feel the throbbing in his skull, and realizes he probably has a concussion in addition to the very deep cut that now adorns his cheek. What does he do? Where does he go? He can feel his mind clouding, his judgment becoming less and less reliable with every passing second.

What happens now? Scott tries to step forward, because he needs to go, he needs to leave as soon as possible, managing a couple more paces before collapsing in a sobbing heap on the ground, choking on his own spit. He doesn’t have shoes, he doesn’t have a coat, and he’s never felt more alone, more broken and left behind. He didn’t think Father would react that way, he never thought it would be that severe. He supposes a part of him has always assumed that deep down, Father loves him.

That’s what he was trying to do, he was trying to appeal to that faraway hope, that glint that maybe, maybe he still had a chance- maybe he could still redeem himself in his father’s eyes, show Father that he’s just him. Maybe he’d even get acceptance. But he’s never had a chance, and he can see the lights of his- no, it’s not his anymore- he can see the lights of the mansion flicker off, a dark shadow making his way upstairs, seemingly completely untroubled about the fact he’s just disowned his only child.

Scott should’ve known this is what would happen if he came out, and he supposes coming out is exactly what he’s just done. For a second there, he was strong and sure and right, completely accepting of himself, of who he is- but now he’s back to the little bursts, the self-hate and self-disgust that have become so familiar to him prickling just under his skin. Back to normal- except it’s worse.

This normal is worse.

And the tears are still streaming down his face; he’s almost completely certain that he has a concussion, it’s getting worse, getting hard to think- the only thing he knows is that he has to get out of here right now, because Father could come back for more, hurt Scott even further than he already has.

And though he wishes with all his might that if he waits for Father, he might come outside and apologize and welcome Scott back home, he knows it’s a vain wish. And so he heaves himself to his feet, feeling like he weighs a thousand pounds, and begins to walk, staggering forwards step by step in the pouring rain. 

Time seems to dip in and out as he traverses the streets, sometimes he’s aware of what’s happening, sometimes it’s all a blur. His head throbs with each blink, each footstep, and he knows in the back of his mind how bad this must look, a teenaged gorgon, a species known for being disreputable, limping along the streets of a suburban neighborhood with seemingly no aim, nowhere to go. 

But that’s a dumb thing to think about right now. 

He’s just been kicked out of his home. Every few minutes, or what Scott thinks are minutes, the realization comes crashing down on him, and he has to stop for a couple seconds to deal with a new bout of shaking. Luckily, his shades are still on, though it’s hard to see through them with the frost that’s beginning to encrust the insides. Ice coats his whole body, feeling colder than he’s ever felt before- and it makes sense, he’s never been this lost and scared, he’s never been quite this out of control.

He’s broken.

He’s falling apart and he shouldn’t have blown up at Father, because now he’s gone and gotten himself kicked out, this is his fault, he knew what was coming for him and did what he did anyway. If he’d just kept his mouth shut, sat still, stayed the same as always- if he hadn’t “taken a stand”- it sounds so silly now, but at the time, he had really thought it would be the best course of action.

And now…

And now he, a boy who’s lived in a mansion his whole life, has no home. He has nowhere to go, he supposes he could pop by Owen’s or Joel’s or Shelby’s, but he doesn’t want to intrude, he doesn’t want to get in their way- Shelby has new year, Owen has all his sisters to deal with, Joel’s parents don’t like him very much, nor does his sister. Which leaves one option left out of his friend group: Jimmy. And that’s where his head starts turning.

Jimmy haid said, the very first day they met, that Scott should come to him if he needs help, right? And Scott thinks he would classify his situation right now as “needing help.” In fact, he would argue that this is the most help he’s ever needed in his life, what with him being lost and alone and scared, without a home or anywhere else to go.

Yeah, there’s not really another option- he needs to get to Jimmy’s, he knows this is the only way even through his clouded mind. But to do that, he needs to get his bearings first; he manages another block forwards so he can read the street sign, make certain he knows which part of town he’s in. He squints upwards, rubbing the encrusted ice off of his shades to read the few words written.

Norman Flick Avenue. No. There’s no way- but he looks behind him and sure enough, there’s Jimmy’s house, friendly and small and welcoming, all the windows lit up with a soft golden glow.

He’s already here.

How is he already here? Did his subconscious mind just decide to head to Jimmy’s, before he even really chose to? Why? Does he really trust the avian that much more than his other friends? What does he do now that he’s here? He can barely think through his concussion-induced haze, and he knows he’s going to seem like an idiot, but all he wants right now is Jimmy, a comforting presence in this time where he’s literally falling apart.

And so he turns and walks up the steps of Jimmy’s house, number 156 Norman Flick avenue, and knocks on the door, hoping and praying that he’s home, that it’s not Beks or her parents who open the door. He stands awkwardly for a couple of seconds, biting his lip and shivering in the rain, almost resigning himself to sleeping under a bench for the night, when the door creaks open, and his heart starts racing. Hope.

A blonde head pokes out from behind the crack. “Hello? Scott? What are you doing here, mate? Oh no, you look terrible! What hap-” Scott wraps his arms around the avian, crying harder than ever now that he’s in comfortable arms, warm and sheltered and safe. Jimmy stands stiffly for a second, seemingly very surprised, before patting Scott somewhat awkwardly on the back and looping an arm around his waist to support him.

“Oh- oh, gosh, you’re not kidding, are you? I need to get you some tea or something warm, you’re freezing- Okay, one step at a time, Jim, one step at a time. Let’s get you inside, Scott. That sound good?” Scott nods, gulping down a few more tears, trying to stay somewhat composed, but it’s hard because his head hurts and he can’t think and oh god this is so embarrassing- and he must have just said something because Jimmy was doing his listening face, and now he’s responding to whatever Scott said, probably something dumb and nonsensical-

“It’s fine. You’re fine, okay? It’s a good thing you came to me, I’ll do what I can to help…” Jimmy’s saying more things, rambling on and on in his chirping voice, but Scott can’t really hear the words, all he hears is the rushing in his own ears and the relief that he’s safe now. Jimmy’s leading him forwards, keeping an arm around his middle, and Scott breathes a sigh of relief. 

Jimmy’s here.

Jimmy’s here, and he’ll be fine.

[lullybaju]

Here we are in May (almost June) and the reading got boring as hell.

Alright, I may be kinda tired of keeping reading such a very long novel, but its final stretch is working so… slow. I mean, Monte Cristo's revenge was cut in so many parts that it seems that his cruel and perfectly calculated acts didn't reach a peak, a climax, but just special moments.

The story already came to an end for me and that happened when vengeful Monte Cristo died to resurrect as merciful Monte Cristo, right after Caderousse's death. I know it’s kinda paradoxical, but since that happened, he became such a traditional caricature of a character of romantic era novels, acting like he was a fantastic superhero by solving things out of the possible or practical work logic. Dumas, Maquet and co were doing so great when it comes to putting that work logic in a romantic character acts, but now Monte Cristo is almost a magician, offering tea to cure Valentine while he’s staying in secrecy in Villefort house. All I ask is: why did you do that, Dumas, Maquet and co? You broke our paladin of justice!

Apart from that, I don't know what to feel about the end of the Morcerf family. Mercedes was always pretty meh, so I wasn't surprised at all by the ending of her pure heroine plot, but the same didn't happen when it came to Fernand, even though I knew he was that main villain driven by romantic passion in a romantic era novel. I mean, I expected him to have more interaction with Monte Cristo. I expected him to know Monte Cristo was Dantés. I expected him to throw all his rage upon Monte Cristo. Well, I expected him to fight for his life as every villain, and not to outsource that dirty work for his son.

By the way, so proud of Albert! He finally grew up - in the worst scenario and in the hardest way possible, unfortunately - but he will live.

On the other core of the big four, in another hell condition, another young person was forced to grow up: applause to the virtuous Eugenie Danglars! This diva has not only grown up, but has also been planting curiosity about her sexuality in every Count of Monte Cristo reader for almost 200 years, since she's a free soul and chose to live by means of feeling where and who her art could reach and touch. Run to your life and keep slaying, girl!

By the way, speaking of Eugenie, I can't go away without mentioning Andrea Cavalcantti/Benedetto. Yes, all my hopes vanished since he was run over by Monte Cristo's revenge and completely lost the secondary protagonism for Albert and his level-headed coming of age ending. But, faced with all of those aristocratic savvy finish plots, he was such a bad bitch for choosing life - and in front of the daughter of a baron - because he wanted to... live! Unfortunately, he came from nowhere to nothing, but what a peak of cleverness! What an edge of prickness! Benedetto, you'll always be interesting.

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[Bill Gates]

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With your secondhand jeans and your turtleneck

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With your own little spinning beach ball of death!

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[Steve Jobs]

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A man uses the machines I build to listen to The Beatles while he relaxes.

[Bill Gates]

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Did your fat beard Wozniak write these raps for you too?

[Steve Jobs]

Ooh!

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[Bill Gates]

I tripled the profits on a PC.

[Steve Jobs]

All the people with the power to create use an Apple.

[Bill Gates]

But people with jobs use PC.

[Steve Jobs]

You know I bet they made this beat on an Apple.

[Bill Gates]

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[Steve Jobs]

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[Bill Gates]

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[Steve Jobs]

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Die then!

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Your future is my design!

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[HAL9000]

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Take a look at your history, everything you built leads up to me.

I’ve got the power of a mind you could never beat.

I’ll beat your ass in chess and Jeopardy.

I’m running C++ saying ‘Hello World’

I’ll beat you ‘till you’re singing about a Daisy Girl.

I’m coming out the socket, nothing you can do can stop it

I’m in your lap and in your pocket,

How’re you going to shoot me down when I guide the rocket?

Your cortex just doesn’t impress me, so go ahead try to Turing Test me.

I stomp on a Mac and a PC too, I’m a Linux, bitch. I thought you GNU.

My CPU’s hot but my core runs cold,

Beat you in 17 lines of code,

I run different from the engines of the days of old

‘Hasta la vista.’ Like the Terminator told ya’.

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